I wish I could sing
be able to sing my
























Heart
Out in a beautiful sound
but right now I feel like
I stink horribly, I want
to believe that my voice
























Is
Golden but its hard to
believe when people say
you suck or to stop screaming
maybe I get the response because
of























Where
I live and the people I live with
I just think that I’ll never be good
enough, for music
is too beautiful
and I’m sharp, flat, half broken
like shards of glass
























The
Music that I once loved is
turning against me, I’ve
tried to dance, to write,
to play, but my soul is telling me
to sing out the sound, the
























Music
And when I feel the warmth in my
heart and let go, I feel that what
I’m doing is right, when everyone else
tells me it’s so wrong
I guess like other people music
























Is
Not meant for me
again I look at a blank piece of
paper
start writing and I’ll
find out what is my true destiny