A low mumble vibrates through my teeth and off of my lips
You ask me what I said
I say "Nothing."
I can't properly get things off of my chest, because I don't have any idea how to speak to people
If only I could just take five minutes to jot down my thoughts every time someone wanted to interact with me
This is why I stay in my hole
My safe haven
My shell
I know being me is tolerated here
Out there, the words shake around through the air in such muffled sounds, I can't breathe
Out there, I get wrapped up into a sticky web of messes with all the other flies as we awkwardly converse, knowing soon we're gonna die
Out there, I get sent around on a paper airplane so poorly crafted that I crash into a cardboard mountain and drown in a brutal bathtub sea
My voice stays safely tucked inside my poetry
And the only ones who hear it don't really know what it sounds like