created late

i was designed this way.

god made me late,

no mouth on my face,

i couldn’t speak for ages.

so many thoughts when i was just four,

but my lips couldn’t find the words 

to look for.

the hardest mask to take off,

my family had enough,

hearing these words that were made up.

but i was just trying my hardest to speak cuz.

after some time

i figured it out,

but now that i’ve grown up,

i know i’m still fucked up,

lots of times i’ll still stutter,

my sentences slip out and stumble,

my mind is frustrated and puzzled,

because in my head that’s not what i came up

with,

it’s so bullshit.

any dispute and argument

i get in,

i can’t win them.

whenever i saw a bully,

as a kid,

i knew i was finished.

It was exhausting.

i’ve seen so far though,

that my writing,

has decoded the thoughts,

better than my mouth has attempted.

these poetic messages

i write have embedded my emotions

better than my lips could have ever said.

god did it for a reason,

maybe its to find peace

within the silence,

i keep to myself.

but i’ve been doing so well 

with defects,

that i’ll still keep fighting to 

make my voice heard 

in the day or the night.

but you’ll just have to hear it

and see it.