Mute

Written 1/23/2017

I feel taboo in these shoes,

Writing feelings in a journal.

Words going through a wormhole,

My verbal crops infertile.

But when I try to speak my mind,

I just always seem to stutter.

Try ripping through the seams, 

All I really do is mutter,

Stomach butterflies flutter.

My voice is never heard,

It's lost down in the gutter.

I just want to fight it off.

I'll grab my sword and my tunic,

Go to deck it in the neck.

I feel like a f*****g lunatic.

I'm going crazy from the riots in my head,

And the solemn silence from nothing being said.

When I'm alone in bed staring at the ceiling, 

How can I be both mute and screaming?