Treasure Island

Kiva Forsmark


Voice


Why is my voice so loud?
I talk normally,
and im screaming.
I talk quietly,
and i'm not being heard,
I need to speak up,
but i can't,
I can't because,
I'm already screaming,
Hello, I'm just talking,
Do you get mad at quiet people?
Do you tell them to speak up?
You get mad at loud people,
You tell them to shut up,
Why me, why this voice?
Why is my voice so loud?

Submitted: Saturday, July 01, 2006
Edited: Thursday, August 12, 2010

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  • Nalini Hebbar (7/1/2006 8:48:00 PM)

    that was nicely put...i guess we need to talk only when we need to be heard...and need to keep quiet to be appreciated...keep it up...great poem...nalini (Report) Reply

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