blue | poetry ✓

Words

scared to be voluble,

to speak a mind that always

talks in a cage where

it can only hear itself,

its voice bouncing off the walls

just to remind itself that its not alone,

the walls itself that has been built years ago,

that was lowered,

is now building up again

because of some stupidity called,

"speaking our minds"

to the points where words could be

twisted

and

taken in a different way

we probably aren't going to like

and now?

its a mark off the bucket list. . . .

great fucking job, buddy.

you're surviving your life that

you started losing control of months ago.

-n.d.