Am I being articulate?
My words are spoken loud and clear,
Im tired of repeating myself,
Time after time, but you never hear.

It is going to take more than words,
To make you listen to me,
But the only weapon i have,
In my arsenal is poetry.

Ive written you a dozen songs,
Explaining how you made me feel,
But until you understand,
Im afraid ill never heal.

Ive tried to make my thoughts make sense,
But it doesn't matter what I do,
Im sure I could write a perfect speech,
And it wouldnt make a difference to you.