Words Cloud my mind But silence pours out On this page Emotions Turn the contents of my stomach Forming in the back of my throat I want everything to go right But everything is wrong. Head in the oven Head in the oven I’ve got my own methods I’m writing you letters I’m writing down words That somehow will tell you Everything That I haven’t already said Out loud, spat at your face I wish those words would Crawl back into my mouth But I don’t regret them. Presentation That’s what I regret I don’t know why I write to you You’re a critic Journal poetry Don’t let it rhyme All this is Writing thoughts Hitting enter New line New line Emotion in every word What I feel It’s alright. I’ll be okay Don’t worry about me I’m big girl, sir