Voice. The only thing I don't have. The words stay in my brain but they never come out. My mouth can form the words but the vocal chords won't let out noise. I can hear and see but it's just that my voice had been taken away. Stolen. And the thief won't give it back.

Voice. I hear the glorious pitches that ring through the air. Words that are used to stand up for themselves. No wonder I don't have voice. Never being able to stand up for myself. The words won't come out. My throat tightens and my mouth goes dry. Never being able to spit out the words.

Voice. A weapon to protect yourself. Everyone is armed but me. Rows of shields and then an open hole. Defenseless, helpless, hopeless. Every man for himself.

Voice. A comfort that fills an empty room. The awkward silence is gone once voice comes in. Laughter. Giggles. Snorts. The hope of a dark space. The awkward silence I can never fill. I can never be the light in a dark room.

Voice. Without it, I am nothing. Nothing at all. So unimportant that I can be compared to a vacuum. Filled with nothing. But this is not true. Every word I wish to say, bottled up in the inside. Word on top of word and the pressure just gets higher. A bottle of coke with mentos in the inside. Bubbling upwards slowly. Ready to explode.

Voice. Needs to be let out. And it does. The thief comes once again but too many words are bottled up in me and I let it go. Word after word after word. Spilling out all over the place. The volcano has exploded. Spewing its hot lava everywhere. The thief stands shocked, scared. And they go away. Crying over their wounds.

Voice. The weapon I can finally use. The bully had taken them away from me but I got it back. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can't ever hurt me. This is a lie. Voice is the biggest offensive and defensive weapon there is.

Voice. The weapon that uses words. If words were the bullets, then voice is the gun. Words. They can never be piled on top of each other. The higher the tower, the higher the pressure.

Voice. Not just any man for himself. But for others. To sacrifice. Possibly losing everything they have.

Voice. My voice. Your voice. Their voice. It's all of our weapons.
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This short story is to tell everyone, don't be afraid to stand up for yourself! Also don't just stand up for yourself but for others!