I try to talk
and begin to stu
tter
so much emotion and words
rushing
out
they clut
ter. Strings of thoughts tie up in knots,
a conglomerate of phrases,
I solve my sentences like
mazes.
I can't talk to say my thoughts so I'll write them out instead
putting all my emotion out in neat lines straight from my head

hats call to be filled but i am not in fashion for them-      
              -clear days   in any-which-season and i shall pay-
-the rays will fire away at my forehead and neck-            
        -unprotected i'll crinkle in some cancerous answer-
-and belch anger ungrateful and blame out at the world-
     -warning beacon to probably only a few immediates-
-we're heard before and ignored as there's so-                  
                             -much inflammation of knowledge clut-
-and damage readings of our species byproducts-            
                      -we just shut down or ghoul up merry mad