Make You Listen

I’m a writer

but i’m not good with words

it’s ironic isn’t it?

How I don’t know what to say

So I stutter over my words

like their tumbling blocks

trying to express something

that won’t leave my head

with my broken tongue

that I can’t mend.

I’m writer

Aren’t I ?

At least I try to believe that

though I think it’s a lie

because I can’t express how I truly feel

so my minds just filled to the brim

like a garbage truck

overloaded to the max

Yet I know I can’t take much of that

and I will soon spill

like a jumble up mess

tumbling down a hill.

See I want to tell you how I feel

but my mouth can’t say the words

to make you hear

So I just sit here

with the mess coming out my mouth

I know you don’t understand

what i’m talking about.