The Voice

The Voice How do I voice the pain, the hurt and the strain Bottled up inside feels like its gonna rain, Any outlet to soothe the emotions would be welcomed Maybe some ready, some day dreaming, immersing oneself in stories of others' glory, Maybe some artistic pursuit to release the captive beast Still fighting for a voice, the voice that remains silent and neutered by shame, and the stain of not fighting for what was right, with all my might The voice that wants to break free to say I found the true me, I no longer need to grasp at an imaginary relationship, for the voice I was searching for was always within me. waiting to be free.