Voice

I am a voice
singing above the rest
drowning out the drone
of teachers
and students
My melody
rises to the top
of the cacophony
and heads turn
I do not notice
my eyes are shut tight
blocking out the world
but I feel their eyes
and I sing on
I need my voice
without it
I am a shell
a meek skeleton
without character
but my voice
is my identity
and it puts me apart
from the other blurry figures
One colorful patch
of sound
I am a girl
I am a symphony