There are too many people
Too many people around me
They all speak a different language
They can still understand each other
But I can't comprehend my own language
I know what I think
But when I try to speak
The words of an unknown language
And a voice that I don't recognise
Form my vocal cords
It's bothersome
And odd
I don't sound like I used to
I can't explain like I used to
I can only talk in my thought
Still there are too many people
Their eyes pointed towards me
The boy with the weird language
Who is frustrated and struggling
But there's nothing else, they see
I know what I think
But when I try to speak
The words of an unknown language
And a voice that I don't recognise
Form my vocal cords
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
