Babbling like a fool,
Proving myself a tool,
I see judgment in those eyes,
I know I am despised.
My mouth closes then,
This is not my friend.
They think I am dumb,
I feel oh so numb.
Mouth, know your place,
It is inferior, like your face.
Please, get in line,
That disdain is a sign.
Speaking is not meant for me,
I am a total freak.
They know it on sight,
My chest is so tight.
Put me out of my suffering,
Their judgment is puncturing.
Their eyes are deadly blades,
I wish that I could fade.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Babbling like a fool,
Proving myself a tool,
I see judgment in those eyes,
I know I am despised.
My mouth closes then,
This is not my friend.
They think I am dumb,
I feel oh so numb.
Mouth, know your place,
It is inferior, like your face.
Please, get in line,
That disdain is a sign.
Speaking is not meant for me,
I am a total freak.
They know it on sight,
My chest is so tight.
Put me out of my suffering,
Their judgment is puncturing.
Their eyes are deadly blades,
I wish that I could fade.
I don't think any of these thoughts are good, and I'm not trying to spread negativity to readers of this poem. I'm simply portraying the thoughts that cross my mind when I am put into social situations.
