Not one to push an opinion
Not one to take a stance
Show me your definition
and upon it I would dance

Concerning others business
I’m anything but engrossed
Just because i should be
I’m not the one who knows most

My hand covers my mouth
To others affairs i am deaf
My lips declare not a thing
I’m introverted af

At no time do my teeth
part to speak with foul tongue
If I were to do so
The bitter i would be among

Wish i spoke in Beatles lyrics
Cause the intent of my words
Is apart from what i say
Remaining silent like sleeping birds

Cold sheets of applause
Lungs clenching in trepidation
At least that's how i interpret
The way it folds out in damnation

I’m told my hands mold worthy things
Of mind blowing things alone
Vacant voice but blistered palms
My hands I do not own

Incapable to explain with mastery
Can't communicate ideas accurately
Leave lookers perplexed and spaced out
Confusion comes to me naturally

Never meant to be arrogant
Nor brash nor bold
Declaring these things a sin
Let the rosemary blushing begin

Left misunderstood and misinterpreted
Hopelessness held at the end of my brush
All my energy mixed into the paint
An oil can only say so much