This is one of many of my original writings.
I never knew what to do with all this stuff.
I hope it means as much to you as it does to me.

Is anyone there?
Does anyone hear me?
Why don’t you respond?
Is anybody listening?
Am I talking to myself?
I felt like that for a long time

When I dared to talk
People looked away
Or walked away
That frustrated me
Frightened me
Imagine how that felt
Can you imagine that?
Has it ever happened to you?
You have no idea
You feel alone in the world.
Lonely, wordless, no voice.

I talked to myself a lot
Still do sometimes
I process what I say
Can I trust myself to say it?
When no one responds
You do what you must
You inside your head self-talk
I sometimes hear myself talking
On the outside
Wondering why no one answered.

My voice is rich
Isn’t it?
Not gravelly
Like some I hear
I always imagined people
Like you
Listening to my words and thoughts
What I had to say
The inside talk, the realness
I want to do that

Its not too late, is it?
Is anyone out there?
Do you hear me?
My voice is ready.