In the depths of my voice, a story unfolds,
When I say I'm sick, you spin tales untold.
You yell, "Who you yelling at?" with a quizzical stare,
But do you really know me, beneath layers of care?

I've carried this weight, like a shadow in time,
A heavy voice echoes, a rhythm, a rhyme.
You question my volume, my truth, and my might,
But it's just my reality, a fire in the night.

Oh, I’m loud, yes, but it’s not just a show,
It's the essence of life, a truth you might...