And so I open my mouth.
Again.
And I triumphantly share
What has always been so hard for me:
Feelings.
I am an open book,
Yet I still so often have to explain
What's between my lines.
As if I need to summarize...
For clarity.

Yet I'm not charismatic or persuasive,
So I often feel that my words, unwritten,
fall in deaf ears.
So I wrote a poem
For the eyes.
But who understands poetry anyway?