When I open my mouth
I hear something, something that bothers me
I hear a raspy voice
Not one I want
One I hate
I hate this voice
It makes me listen to it day in and day out
My voice sucks
It shows
It makes me think, think about me
Am I what I say I am
Should I have a higher pitch of a voice
Why do I feel
Why do I feel this voice
This voice that makes me listen
Listen day in and out
Is that my voice
Or is it the voice of who I was
YOU ARE READING
Struggles of self hate And Doubt
PoetryA book of poetry spanning scared to open up, to jealousy, to just scared
