People say that my voice is beautiful.
I think the exact opposite of that.
I think I sound like a moon full of sorrow.
I am not depressed. Only sad.
It is not permanent.
I am happy usually.
But if I get sad, I'll feel most people are
glad, that I am sad, frustrated and mad.
I enjoy the time I have with my friends.
I cherish them very much. I am so glad
To have friends like these.
My voice is weird, at least I think so.
My friends are weird, they also think so.
I love what I have, not what I want.
My voice says many words, that force my
Mouth to open. And I try and try
To keep it shut, but my mouth always tends
To open when I'm mad.
I'm sorry, friends. For things I've said.
I'm sorry for my stupid voice,
Saying mean things to your face.
I promise it was, and is, always an accident.
Thanks for being here for me.
