This is how I’ve felt my whole life. All ears no audible sound. For once can you not only hear me but listen? Not only look at me but see me? Not only sense me but embrace me? Instead of the background can I have five minutes of lime light? Not for the whole world to see me, just you. Is that selfish? Is it wrong? Is it jealousy? Or is it just human necessity?
For once can I step up and show you what I can do? Who I am? Who I can be? Would you give me five minutes? Would you forget all you’ve heard and see with your own eyes? Would you stop responding to the screaming and bend to listen to the whispering? Would you stop assuming I am weak and spineless? That I’m not sure of who I am? That I can’t handle what I’m going through?
I’m not one to cause a scene, but would that be what it takes? Theatrics, fireworks, a marching band, the whole lot?
Would that do it?
Could you accept me for who I am instead of trying to put me into a constricting mold?
See me. Listen to me. Please. Just five minutes. I’ll make it worth your while.