This poem is about the freedom of expression and fear of offense. The character depicted in this poem is shy, soft-spoken, and unable to express herself vocally.

I tend to keep my true feelings all bottled up,

I feel as though I have no voice when it’s time to speak,

I then get choked up,

Am I a person that has no point of view,

in a world where we have one thought or frame of mind that’s

never been renewed.

Have we gotten to the point where we can’t have a difference in

discussion?

Can two people have a difference of opinion without a concussion.

I oftentimes avoid conflict when I could help it,

being afraid that the disagreement would escalate,

my life is too precious to waste time with an irritable debate.

This yelling and screaming will give you a migraine,

I wanted to open my mouth to speak my mind but this constant

bickering brings me nothing but pain.

I envy people who have the heart to speak their mind,

such as the people from past times who have dealt with serious

hate crimes.

When I can’t speak my mind, my larynx feels stifled;

so I prefer writing it down so my thoughts do not become idle.

As I’m writing how I really feel, tears stream down my face,

God feels my pain and I can feel his embrace.

I hate not being vocally dominant, I have a voice, if you won’t

listen to me then why should I talk, so I shy away from people

and write down all my thoughts.

I have more comfort in a room by myself with a little black box,

when I open it up, it becomes my laptop.

Every hurt, every disappointment is being jotted down by

choice;

even though no one is listening, I have a voice.

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