Shattered Thoughts

Poem: When I Speak

When I speak

It sounds so bleak.

I tell you my story

I didn't mean for it to be boring.

You like to add your own clues.

Make yourself a nice fucking view.

Put some spice into it

Maybe then in your brain it'll fit.

When I speak

I sound so weak.

I didn't mean to play the victim 

My story is all so twisted.

I shoulda fought,

I didn't realize loyalty could be bought.

I didn't want to be the damsel in distress 

To you this is all just a fun guess.

But this is my story

And it might not bring you any glory.

But when I speak

I realize it is not your opinion that I seek.