i express myself in words, turn and return

I express myself with words

Dunno why, but that’s what I’ve

Always done.  Always wanting

To be heard no matter what but

At other times too timid to speak up. Not

That I fear my words irrelevant, quite

The contrary. (That’s the problem!)

Sometimes the burn to be heard

Is too strong and the words simply fall off

And all that’s left

Is sheer frustration

Other times it’s whatdafuck you obviously don’t

Want to hear so why bother when we both know

I’m right (although in some spot, I know you are)

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[Quill]

so your poetry are words you never said