The Voice in My Head

I wrote this poem last week after a conversation with my aunt. During which I realized how much easier thinking words is and how the words I say never seem to measure up to the ones I want to say.

The voice in my head haunts me.

It’s kind and thoughtful, it loves openly and speaks in poetic sentences. 

The voice in my head teases me.

It sends me beautiful things to say, all the words I need to show the people around me how much I love them, right now down to my lips. 

The voice in my head must hate me.

When I open mouth, prepared to use it’s beautiful words, they do not come and I can not speak.

The voice in my head must be tired of me.

Because night after night I ask for more... words… that I know I’ll never use.