Two Voices

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I have two voices.

One is alive.

The other is dead.

I have two sides.

One is bright.

The other digs me down so deep in the earth that I feel the heat of its core burning my soul.

One makes my Granny proud.

The other fills me with shame that dirties me in way a thousand scalding showers can scrub off.

One makes me work hard.

The other fills me with so much anxiety that everything I encounter feels like it's life or death, and at the end of my day I feel like i've fought a war.

I have two voices.

One is alive.

The other is dead.

One people will listen to.

The other is ignored. Swept under the carpet because no one wants to hear about their 12 year old daughter sitting in a behavorial hospital.

One can be heard.

The other has had it's tongue cut out.

I have two voices.

One is alive.

The other is dead.

I want nothing more then for them both to be heard.

Because if you hear my entire song, you'll understand why my notes wave in such a way. If you listen to my entire story, you'll understand why my heart grows heavy. 

I just want my heart to be heard.

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