I speak without a stop, and my words never cease,
I blab, I yap, I blabber, it's such a disease.
It's an overflow of chatter, I won't ever cease,
No matter where, or who's around, I've got to squeeze.
My words are a nuisance, I shout them loud, and they're a curse,
I keep on spilling, regardless of time or place,
But no one seems to hear, oh how ironic.
How Ironic how they stare and glare. when they don't even care.
People say I'm a Chatty-Gabby
My lips are very flabby
As loud as I speak, my opinions are even louder,
For my obnoxious sounds seem louder than what I want them to be,
My lips chatter, my words spill, no matter where or when,
Even when I try to keep quiet, or when I hold back,
My mouth won't stop, and people seem to turn away,
From my constant yapping, and my mouth that won't stay closed.
,
I see them babble, a window opens, and I spill
my words with them, but their stares make me feel
dumb and foolish, as if I don't belong.
I look away, chewing my gum, and wonder why
I always want to talk, even if I have nothing to say.
I am as loud as a stupid hawk,
But I can't help myself, and I don't know why,
This need to constantly speak
Is eating me alive.
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A mouth with no filter
PoetryThis poem is about the frustration and embarrassment of how it feels when you, someone can't keep your mouth shut, despite people telling you to be quiet or that you're too loud. This poem highlights the awkwardness and anxiety that comes with being...