Badly Singing
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Sound reverbates in my diaphram, screeching out harsh melodies. I sing.
Steps come down the stairs, telling me to shush. I sing louder.
Again, I am scolded. I scream lyrics.
You hate my voice, but others enjoy these throaty bellows. I sing more.
I practice more, hoping I'm good enough. I sing until it hurts.
My voice cracks with my words occasionally, maybe I'm just sick? I try to sing.
My voice is gone. I stop signing.
I have no song.