When I close my eyes I see a pool of words
I am buried in a swirl of phrases in worlds
Unknown
But when I open them
I'm struck by silence unbeknown
I hold my breath
Then take a deep breath
I bite my tongue, yes I'd rather
Be silent before I stutter  

When I sleep I can see clear descriptions
When I wake my mind and mouth are in altercation
It's because my words have never meant much
My speech has never been recognized
I see myself clearer in adjectives
Than in mirrors.
I used to see myself better in people's eyes
And see a definition in their words
They described me as "useless"
And that I was unless
I could find a use for this thing called a mouth "Fool" they called me
And that I was unless
I could find a voice to speak those words
They labelled me "stupid"
And that I was unless
I could gather enough courage to move my lips
And speak those words I see
If only I could summon the strength to rearrange that sea
Of words I dream of
And make something meaningful Create something beautiful
And say something useful  

Miss Fit