Whispers

Whenever I speak, it feels like I'm whispering. My voice is raspy, coming out like I swallowed rusty nails. Nobody registers my voice.

I don't ask for much, just for someone to listen to what I have to say. I might have a lot to say, but they don't know. They can't seem to hear me.

My voice falls on deaf ears.

I say it again, louder.

The chatter increases.

Again. Loud. More strength behind it. More conviction.

They talk so loud my ears are going to pop.

I have a lot to say, but they won't listen. They won't hear me. Why aren't they listening?

I repeat and repeat and all I hear is the chaos of laughter, chattering girls, chattering guys.

It feels like I'm whispering in a room full of noise.

One day they'll listen.

One day I'll travel across the highest mountain that has ever existed, and I'll shout all my thoughts, hopes, dreams, wishes. I'll shout it so loud I won't even hear myself.

I don't want a fancy mansion. I don't want to look like a magazine cover model. I don't even want all the money in the world.

I just want to be heard.

I want to be listened.

I want the whispers to vanish into thin air.