I Love Singing
I use to sing since I was a little girl, except then I couldn't the words or real well for that matter, but that never stopped me. I love music not only for the beats it carries but the truths they tell. I listen to the meaning of a song and if I like it good enough I listen over and over and over again till it's drilled into my head. I like sad songs, happy songs, songs with a beat to make you dance, and songs that make me feel great! I sang in the car with my mom when ever we went anywhere I'd turn up the radio to a good song and sing along.
When I moved out of my moms and in with my father and his mom I sang a lot more, like a caged wolf is how I use to see it. I'd never go anywhere because of how mean Mildred, dad's mom, was. She was strict, called me a liar for mostly everything execially for things I felt were apparently a lie too. She didn't like me being out side for long and if I didn't come home on time she'd yell at me and say I was a liar for what ever excuse I had for coming home later than she wanted me to, so I got sick of the fights. I didn't go anywhere, I didn't have any friends (so that made it easier), all I did was go to school come home watch TV, draw/sing, computer/sing. Either way on the computer or drawing I would be singing as I did so. I like all kinds of songs and I'd sing to everyone of them. Some how it sort of made me feel better even though I wasn't with my mother.
When I draw I always have to listen to music and sing along just to keep my attention on my art work.
I think now I obviously sing a lot better than I ever did before, but my low-selfasteem causes me to think I'm horrible and should never try and get up infront of people to sing. I use to sing when I moved back in with my mother to, but then she started making fun of my singing and so did her new husband. She would say I sound like a beached whale all I could do was walk away with a heart filled with pain. Singing is my life and my mother and her husband to have mocked me for it killed me... Though they mock me my BoyFriend says I'm really good, but I think it's just because he's my bf is why he says that...
When I moved out of my moms and in with my father and his mom I sang a lot more, like a caged wolf is how I use to see it. I'd never go anywhere because of how mean Mildred, dad's mom, was. She was strict, called me a liar for mostly everything execially for things I felt were apparently a lie too. She didn't like me being out side for long and if I didn't come home on time she'd yell at me and say I was a liar for what ever excuse I had for coming home later than she wanted me to, so I got sick of the fights. I didn't go anywhere, I didn't have any friends (so that made it easier), all I did was go to school come home watch TV, draw/sing, computer/sing. Either way on the computer or drawing I would be singing as I did so. I like all kinds of songs and I'd sing to everyone of them. Some how it sort of made me feel better even though I wasn't with my mother.
When I draw I always have to listen to music and sing along just to keep my attention on my art work.
I think now I obviously sing a lot better than I ever did before, but my low-selfasteem causes me to think I'm horrible and should never try and get up infront of people to sing. I use to sing when I moved back in with my mother to, but then she started making fun of my singing and so did her new husband. She would say I sound like a beached whale all I could do was walk away with a heart filled with pain. Singing is my life and my mother and her husband to have mocked me for it killed me... Though they mock me my BoyFriend says I'm really good, but I think it's just because he's my bf is why he says that...
By:
XieryaWolf
Age:
18-21
,
Female
