I hate my voice.

It's loud and high pitched.

People tell me to speak up or stay quiet,
But I only comply with one,
When I speak disaster follows.

With one word,
My whole world could crumble at me my feet.

My defensive barriers begin to shatter ever so slowly,
Leaving me to try and put it back together before it breaks completely,
Before all I am is raw emotion staining the world around me.