I have a pretty voice
But what I feel
It isn’t pretty
It feels just like a scream
Waiting to happen
Wanting to happen
A coarse sound
A hoarse sound
Ripping the veil
Between heart and mind
The sort of sound
That drives people insane
Raw
Visceral
Emotional
And then I open my mouth
And a frail sound drips from it
Like honey
Like velvet
Making a broken heart seem
Like a beautiful thing.
I want to scream
And I can only sing instead.
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