It clings to me when I walk
It's noticeable in my voice when I talk
It holds me back from my dreams
It takes away the gleam
From my eyes
And makes me despise
My own voice
My own face
Myself

It's inevitable it seems
These feelings, they deem,
Control over my mind
It's becoming so hard to find
Out how to make it stop
So I am no longer a prop
No longer a toy
No longer a victim
Finally free.

I'm learning to let go
To make it bestow
All it's false power upon me
To not let it change the way I see
The stage light shining down
And my voice that never lets me down