The Stolen Voice [Extended Version]

I used to be someone with a voice

a happy voice

a curious voice

and a bit of a noisy voice,

                 so I was told.

And I believed it when you told me

        to shut up

that I must be distracting,

I must be annoying.

So I shut my mouth ever since

believing that my words were not necessary,

not important.

Because all I wanted to do then

was doing the right thing

And you made me believe

being quiet is one

I had lost my voice

since the days you told me to shut up

And then I grew up

struggling to find my voice back

when there was so much that I wanted to say,

when I needed to stand up for myself.

but I just can’t find it back

I never have found it back

All I could remember was how you told me

to “Shut up”

I think you stole my voice

along with my self-esteem.


Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate. Just trying to be ‘creative’ here 😝😝 ✌🏽