My poem

this is my poem

I'm not good with words, my tongue trips over itself and i fall into a pit  of "im an idiot why do I even try?" I'm even worse at making my words tell you how I feel. "How do you feel?" I will answer in grunts and other sound effects because I cant make words tell you "I feel like my chest is going to collapse in on itself." I don't know how to tell you "PLease don't make me eat, I feel rather ill." I hate speaking up when someone is gossiping about me and I can hear them, "oh please he can't hear me." Oh yes I could, and I'm not weird I'm one of a kind." BUt of course that would  make me weirder. I'm not good with words so take my silence as a chance to tell me how you feel, how was your day? And yes I'm listening even if I could care less. It might be the most useless information but if you need to get it out, go ahead. Tell me. I may not be  good with words but I'm good with silence.

Author's Note

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. PLease forgive me for this crap.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Those last twelve words, especially the final four are brilliant. As they are they create a lone poem, full of feeling, full of truth. Don't ever give up because you have the right heart and spirit to create more than doubt. Relax into your words, don't doubt self or them, befriend them and, be kind to yourself. Please. .

[Effector Prime]

D.. uh

[60s]

I know what you're saying behind the surface Tim. I forgive your silence for the tongue speaks when our minds become to loud for us to bare.

Your life's not coming to an end. Disasters are often disguised as new beginnings, my friend.