the song gathers at my fingertips
as the words tremble on my lips,
this is my art
my voice could never drown out,
but overpowering is not what song is about,
so I express myself in my child-voiced way
and even when I'm all alone,
the thought of you makes it feel like home,
so comfortable in my skin
and while I'm buried in my books,
I can read those hurtful looks,
but I don't care today
so I'll never be an extrovert,
but a little reservation never hurt,
I speak when I've something to say
go ahead and color my world blue,
as you know it's my favorite hue,
I don't need an excuse to smile
Author notes
I wrote this last night, mostly thinking about how I really need to stop comparing myself to others and stop caring what people think about me. No, I'm not the world's best singer. I don't have a loud or mature voice...I have kind of a little girl's singing voice, but that shouldn't stop me from singing. Just because other people think that it's weird that I read so much...well, it doesn't change the fact that I really REALLY enjoy books. And I don't need a reason to smile or be happy. I can just be happy because I want to be. And that was my little rant about my poem.
So how was it?
Comments
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HUGS!
I wuv your voice^^
And you are a very smart lady.
Be You! yay!
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Aw! Thanks! *hugs back*
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Great poem i liked it alot. My favorite part was when you said "my voice could never drown out,
but overpowering is not what song is about,
so I express myself in my child-voiced way
and even when I'm all alone,
the thought of you makes it feel like home,
so comfortable in my skin" good job i loved it lots -
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Thanks for the comment!
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