Feb 2013
She opens her mouth
And the words tumble out
In a strange language.
She can't control
The incessant voices
Inside her head
Telling her to say things
Whether she wants to or not.
People have always told her
It's a rare gift.
But as time passes
It feels more like a curse
Until one day
She decides
She can't take it anymore
And walks out
Leaving silence
In their headphones.
And the words tumble out
In a strange language.
She can't control
The incessant voices
Inside her head
Telling her to say things
Whether she wants to or not.
People have always told her
It's a rare gift.
But as time passes
It feels more like a curse
Until one day
She decides
She can't take it anymore
And walks out
Leaving silence
In their headphones.
Inspired by an interview I heard with a woman who once worked as a simultaneous interpreter for the United Nations. She was initially enthusiastic about the job but eventually quit when she grew tired of voicing the opinions of people she didn't agree with!
