As I lift my head up and open my mouth, my voice escalates with every tune that comes out. The soothing words bounce off of my tongue and release the tension held within. Even if the sounds aren't perfect or correct, every little bit helps me get through the day. When stressed, nothing helps me more than singing. My passion for singing comes from deep within my soul, mind and heart. When I sing, I sing with all of me, putting everything I can into it. I have always had a great passion for singing, ever since I was young. Although I am shy and still get nervous and shaky in front of others, in my own time, singing is my cigarette, my alcoholic drink, my escape from all the anger and the pain. From the time that I could speak my first words, I was singing. I loved to go in the bathroom, close the door, stand in front of the mirror with a hairbrush in my hand, and sing about whatever came to mind. If I couldn't think about a song or remember the words, I always made up my own verse along the way. I will never forget the times when I would grab the chocolate bars or drinks out of my dad's hands and make-up a commercial for them. He would say to me, "Get down Megan!" By this he was just saying, "Sing it Megan!" Everyone who knows me, knows that if they want to see me smile or make me feel better, asking me to sing usually does the trick. My Mom would hear me singing and always ask why I liked to make up my own songs, I would just say, "Because it's how I feel Mom!"
Even though I do love singing, I'm a very shy person. I sing a lot, but it's always in my own time, when no one else is around except maybe my mother or father. Even my own brothers, I'm scared to sing in front of. I am an all around shy person, therefore, getting up in front of people to sing is just not my thing. I have been asked to sing and put on the spot before and I just cannot do it. It bothers me that I am so shy with something that I enjoy spending my time doing. When I'm all alone, I...
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