It's funny how I have so much to say.
I have so much to say, but I do not want to speak.
My lips do not want to move for in fear of messing up.
Because a lady is not loud, she yells.
Because a lady is supposed to keep her mouth shut, she whispers.
Because a lady does not make a fool of herself, she reprimands.
I have so much to say.
I say it all when she's gone.
Or so I try.
I try but I end up quieting myself with each syllable I speak.
No one understands after I cut off.
My brain cuts off.
Because engraved in my brain I can not make a fool of myself for the consequences.
Because they'll laugh.
And make fun.
And think I am not a lady.
I talk so much but I hate to talk.
I have so much to say but I hate to talk.
So I write.
Just so maybe...
I can say what I want.
But that's not what a lady does.
She echoes.
~Kat
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RandomI'd hate to sound like an angsty tumblr blogger but, I have things that need to be said. I feel as if it is better for the internet to hear it with no cause for much commotion. It's therapeutic to write to what feels as if an audience.
