Confidence.
That's
a joke to me.
I
don't have a projecting voice
Whether
I'm too shy, by nature or choice.
I'm
desperate to yell
But
I'm made of this shell
At
least to you
So
yeah, I'm just a silent voice.
My
head isn't empty.
My
throat is.
I
choke on my own words
In
fear of the worst of the worst.
Heh,
I'm a joke.
Glad
some understand.
Slice
my throat, it's that useless.
I'm
still just a silent voice.
I
might be jealous
of
the more charismatic.
For
them, speech is automatic
While
it gives me a panic attack.
I'll
just hide here.
If
I vanished
How
would you know?
You
can't find me, the silent voice.
So
what's up?
Can't
even talk to the mirror.
I
don't need an explanation for my bullshit.
Don't
mind me, just wallowing in the silent pit
With
my silent throat
And
my hidden thoughts.
Pitiful,
but who cares?
Nobody
can notice such a silent voice.
Oh,
hey, I'm so meek
That
I can't say a fucking thing
Without
kicking it to the back of my head
And
then regretting submerging it once I'm long dead.
Do
I even have a voice?
Should
you even care?
Maybe
I don't even need to speak
When
I'm pathetic enough to be the silent voice.
Psst.
Hear that?
Just
me not saying a thing.
I'm
so powerful inside
But
outside, all I do is abide.
I'm
a pushover, you see?
Just
weak and frail.
Just
tug on my leash
And
all you'll hear is a silent voice.
Anyone
care about me?
Wow,
really? I'm surprised.
Didn't
think you could even sympathize
With
someone too small to revolutionize
Or
even make the tiniest ripple
In
the waters of the world.
Fuck
off with the cure.
I
know that all I am is the silent voice.
Wait…
I can whimper.
There's
been times I've said a word.
Not
too moving, but they were somethings.
Perhaps
considerable enough of somethings.
Alright,
let me redefine
Who
I am.
You
could see me, maybe with a microscope
Because
what I really am is…
The
quiet voice.
(Thank
you.)
