Yeah, so i suck at talking....

I wish I knew a way to use my lips to paint a scene,
I can not find the words to say exactly what I mean,
I know I seem poetic and I’ve filled so many pages,
But those who tell their story are sometimes ignored for ages,
Cause no one really hears the things they wouldn’t like to hear,
They’d rather live in ignorance and feed their feeble fear,
But I am trying desperately to somehow bring some light
To those who care to hear me as I write these things I write,
The words I stumble over leave me feeling like a fool,
So miscommunication fast becomes my lethal tool,
I find it so much easier to laugh it all away,
I’m trying to sort through the thoughts I really need to say,
But all the rest is jumbled so I don’t know what is real,
I don’t know what I’m thinking and I can’t say what I feel,
And so I go on rambling on pages such as this,
As if when I lost my memories there’d be so much to miss,
I’m over analyzing life because it’s 2 AM,
Tomorrow will be better but right now it sure looks dim,
I’ll close the book I’ve written now and hope for simple dreams,
And someday what I’m saying will be exactly what it seems.

-kb