My Voice

Nathaniel Diaz, Ink

My Voice

I have this voice

Its Deep

Raspy in the morning

Soothing in the night

It can be loud

Yet it likes to stay quiet

When it speaks it turns heads

But it prefers to speak in it’s own head

When it speaks all you hear is the vibration of my thoughts

So it must yell and scream just to be heard

But tell me if you know what it means to not be understood

What is the point of this voice that roars with fury in me

If I feel so quiet as if I dare say the words bury me

I have this voice

That I do not understand

I will learn its strengths and weaknesses

Like the back of my hand, a map to my mind

Cause this voice is me

I am this voice

This is my voice