The Things I Think About Too Often

My blabbering mouth
And crooked teeth
Talking about mundane things
To kill the silence

My trembling hands
And sick stomach
Trying to hide all of my flaws
I am exhausted

My oozing brain
And devoid mind
Constantly erasing and forgetting
Wracking it for anything of substance to say

I am awkward
I am damaged
I am bitter
I have baggage

You are so sweet and good
I cannot fathom why you would want me
I just want to run away to avoid any pain
Please make me stick around