Finding My Voice in the Noise

Who am I when the room goes quiet? When the voices

fade, I can't deny it. I look in the mirror asking

for a sign. But every answer feels like someone else's mind. Try to speak

but my words feel borrowed. Living today like I'm scared of tomorrow.

I wear the dreams like they fit my skin. But underneath, I don't know

where I begin. I stand at a crossroad, frozen in place. Every direction got

somebody's face. I wanna run but I'm tied to the sound of all the

opinions pulling me down. Who am I? Why can't I