I envy those lacking the vital skills I need as I practice these soliloquies in my mirror and even my own body doesn't obey me like my voice shaking like the plate tectonics of an earthquake right outside your house and I'm scared although I shouldn't be. Why are my vocal cords failing me as I'm screaming verbatim the last apology I ever received I don't understand this literary monster that hides in my tonsils instead of under my bed
im sorry head, that I cannot enunciate the words you so clearly strung together, I'm sorry heart, that I cannot convey the feelings that you pump through my veins, I'm sorry You, to have made you read this instead of never writing it in the first place.