If I cared -
chances are,
You wouldn't know.
It's just my nature:
My non-expressive nature...
And I know it's confusing
Since I'm a poet.
But I struggle with emotions and humans;
Paper gives me no hassle when I try to
Express myself.
And I know paper
Won't judge me
When my hands quiver
Or tears droop down my face
Or when I write with my eyes closed
And there's no sincerity in my tone.
Paper doesn't judge.
But humans,
They're a different ball game,
They notice when I stutter and stumble over my words.
They notice the twitching of my eyes as I fight back unrelenting tears. They notice the faintness in my voice when the words exiting my mouth are exposing soulful stars... Or scars.
They notice when I avert my gaze, and can accurately guess the emotions brewing in my head.
And they get offended, jump to conclusions, get aggravated when my vocal tone lacks sincerity - but it's not done on purpose, sometimes I just can't express the desired emotion.
Humans... Judge on all of those
- but paper doesn't.
Paper is a receptive lake
To my wordy deceptive bakes.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
