All my words wants to scream and shout,
That I end up keeping wayyy deep inside.
No one would let me speak my mind,
It’s always a block or a run or hide.
All my words wants to scream out loud,
But who’s willing to listen to me at this time.
Instead of waiting for a response from someone, I’d rather keep them all deep inside and just live my life.
All my words are all locked and kept,
Inside my head, they yell.
If I don’t get them out I’ll suffocate,
So I say them through text and let it all bleed out.
My real self, that’s stuck on a piece of paper that would rather stay there than to speak with her mouth full of inspiration.