To anyone who would listen, ( I )
Sometimes it feels like lacking of strength.
Sometimes days off in importing love.
When that love wasn't really a love.
Some days I feel like writing
Tearing my heart into a thousand
Pieces of words.
Sometimes I feel guilty of not doing
Something, but still I don't do it.
Often I try to cheer myself
By watching the skies and birds
But even in those blue pieces
And beaky birds, I can find skeletons
Shrieking for life. It's hard in times
When you can't speak.
There may be many reasons, a
Million reasons for why you can't
Speak. Because you're awkward to
Utter that single word? Or that whole
Composition of the sentence? Or
Does the vocal chords sometimes don't
Show support? It's hard to speak
Sometimes in front of boys, or at the
Station packed with a million passengers.
And you are forced to convince a smile
And press your words back.
I remember once, from my own life
Experience. I feared speaking a single
Term. Either vowels or consonants.
But I couldn't. That was when I was
A nerd, or i felt like one.
People asked my name, and I found
Those words jumping at my throat
But not at my mouth. And I couldn't
Say anything. Sometimes they asked
Me my standard, my school, my address
And again I found those answers lurking
In my lips but not loudly enough
For them to hear. And then I beared
Mum's thousand yells and anger throbbing.
I tried to explain and yet again found
The explanations lurking. They were almost
Escaping from my lips when I shut my