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Hear Me

I hear people when I talk. Sometimes I feel like no one hears me. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. So I yelled with my words because writing is my voice. When I didn't have a voice. No, I learn to speak up. Because all my life, I have learned to hide my feelings. Afaird to be who I am. Because people doubt me. When I already doubt myself. So when I write, I can express myself with my words. Because when I talk, no one hears. So I have all this feeling inside; I don't know where to put it. So I put it on a piece of paper. That is when I write the best. I write with feeling. Because when I write that, the only time I can be me. That is where I want to be. I called my happy place. To take something I love and make it my own. It starts with me, and it will end with me. I have taken my writing to a whole new level. But there are things in the middle to stop me. That is when I take out a pen and start writing. But I must hear my self-talk because my inner person has much to say. It is a whole new chapter for me. But I have to reach for it. That means I have to step out and be me. Afird I will fall on my face. That I doubt myself; it is my mind playing a game with me. Sometimes I feel like I can't. Then I think about if I can. I need someone to hear me without judging me. So I am here with my emotion. Think if I hear the words. Is my writing good enough? To take that step. So my words can be heard with words of action. But I don't want to fail that little girl who loves to write—take her to a new chapter of her life. She will grow with her words. Make sure she will be heard. But she has to stay true to herself. She tries to express herself with her motion. Every time she writes, it is a big part of herself that she is scared to show the world. She is scared to open up. But she wants to be seen. But most of all, she wants to be heard. So she won't be scared to step out one door and open another. Pray that there hear her.
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