The Other One

Why am I so afraid to tell people that I sing?
That I was trained to sing?
That I toured to sing and it was something beautiful?
That music is one of the biggest parts of me?
And that I am only half sated because I never admit that part of that is missing in me?

So, you know what? I'm claiming that part of me again.

Hey.

I SING.

I SING BEAUTIFULLY.

My day will come.

It came out in 2011.
It's 2013.
I finally found it.
AND it's in English.

My roommate is watching Secret Life Of The American Teenager.
Somehow reading that and hearing "I'M 15 AND I'M HAVING A BABY" made me laugh.
As if there were no tomorrow.

I feel like a bag of shit.

But I can't cry