When I was young, I used to shout and exclaim loudly. People always told me "Shh! You're hurting my ears!" "Quiet down, you're too loud!" So, I learned to swallow my voice and be quiet. Like a good, well-behaved girl.
When I grew up, my voice wanted to be let out. It was tired from hiding away all the time. But my throat wasn't used to it anymore, so it traveled around my body, looking for a way out. It found my hands and flowed out of my fingers while I grasped a pen. Words poured out of my fingers, dripping all over the paper, and wouldn't stop. And there my voice found its freedom. It cannot be silenced anymore.