"Why I Write"

“Why I Write”

 

Words. So easy to write so hard to say.

It never takes long before they come out wrong.

I go into my mind to see if I can find

The right thing to say to make this all okay.

 

But when I open my mouth, this all heads South,

As you finally see there is something wrong with me.

My thoughts they don’t come out

I start to sweat when I think of the words I’ll soon regret.

 

My heart will race when I realize I cannot erase

The mistakes or the pauses and awkward breaks.

Even when I try it’s hard for me to speak,

Face to face I am small and weak.

 

But give me some ink and I can think

Or give me the pencil to hold and my thoughts will soon unfold.

What I want to say it might come out if I can just write.

I hate when I talk and you watch me like a hawk

I forgot to mention, I don’t like the attention.

 

Don’t call me a geek, I’m just a freak.

When I’m speaking the words that come out often are misleading.

No need to sympathize, I truly apologize.

I’m sorry for those with who I try to verbalize.

My thoughts I just can’t organize.

But let me write and I promise that I will be alright.

 

-A.M.