Every word use to be a mistake.
That’s why now, every word is fake.
If I speak my mind it comes out wrong.
often I ramble on for way too long.
I say sorry, then just stop.
Every time I misspeak I feel my heart drop.
No matter what I do the words never come out right.
Then the yelling starts and I'm filled with fright.
Misspoken words are all I have left.
With words of truth I am not deft.
With unspoken emotion I am full.
As fear of expression slowly takes its toll.
I try again, but again I misspeak.
Due to all the wrong words, I am called a freak.
I work hard to correct myself, but I always fail.
All of my misspoken words come out from their veil.
All of it’s covered by the darkness inside.
The misspoken words find their places to hide.
Expression is lost, emotions are too.
As I hide these misspoken words from both me and you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Soul
Poetrya poetry book that is me putting my soul out for everyone to see, I have a tale and I want to show it off even if it means bearing my soul to the internet.
