My soft voice,
loud as a singer,
growing into monsters
in the public eye.
Sunlight
paints dramatically
across the trees,
shadows
kissing those who belong.
My awkward noises of life
feel insecure
as they creep around
all the living things.
I’m tempted to bellow
melodies never imagined,
to stalk the silence
I’m forced to inhabit.
Can I create a hit song
with my rebellion alone?
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
My soft voice,
loud as a singer,
growing into monsters
in the public eye.
Sunlight
paints dramatically
across the trees,
shadows
kissing those who belong.
My awkward noises of life
feel insecure
as they creep around
all the living things.
I’m tempted to bellow
melodies never imagined,
to stalk the silence
I’m forced to inhabit.
Can I create a hit song
with my rebellion alone?