I tried to speak,
Seriously I did.
You wanted to talk after school,
But I was whisked away,
By an external responsibility,
And so we couldn't discuss a thing.
Now it's late,
And my mind is spiralling once more.
I must speak tomorrow,
I don't have a choice.
Please,
As much as I've nothing to believe in,
Just let me have the opportunity,
To actually utter a word,
Even if it passes my lips mumbled,
Or even stuttered.
Almost every night,
For this week,
I've been up too late,
Contemplating what to do.
And here I am again,
My mind twisting back to the depths,
Its secret hideout of nerves,
Where I don't have a choice,
And my brain won't let me sleep.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
