Sometimes I feel like my voice was wasted on me

My singing voice

I hit notes like they’re a bullseye

Bang bang bang I know your song better than you do

I have the range of a professional singer and if I was a professional singer I’d have a range unheard of in our era of speak singers

If you don’t mind me bragging for a moment

Quite literally the only thing I have completed confidence in

But it feels like it was wasted on me

I lost my chance to take it to the top

Now I just sing for fun

But I want to sing in front of a crowd

Want to hear the applause and feel the energy of a room that’s loving it

Sometimes I’m so jealous of him

Him him

He gets to go out and play a rock show

And I get to sing for six tiny creatures who don’t really understand what singing is or what us humans do it

Just once I’d like to go out and play a rock show

Okay I don’t play instruments I wouldn’t play it but I’d sing the house down

I miss singing in front of people

I miss showing off my voice because somewhere deep down I always knew I was good

And now I’m finally able to say I’m good at it

And there’s no one to listen

It feels like such a waste

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