Confessions of a Chatterbox

I'm scrolling Tumblr, and my eyes are shot with an image that shakes my stomach

I'm lying awake, and my mind gags on thoughts to horrid to verbalize

I'm in class, and my ears are drugged with ill omens, stories of the doom of our nation

I'm watching a movie, and my heart wrestles with themes that I cannot accept

and I panic

I'm onstage - my accent is not good enough - and I doubt myself

I'm procrastinating - the ACT is on Saturday - and I scold myself

I'm talking - I need to prove my social adeptability - and I embarrass myself 

I'm writing - I have so many fantasies - and I despise myself

and I cry

I'm eight, and it's a ferocious tornado

I'm ten and it's the cutting words of an enemy

I'm twelve and it's my very self

I'm sixteen and it's my hellish anxiety

I'm eighteen and it's my totallty unintelligable future

and I pray

I talk to my family

I talk to my mentors

I talk to my friends

I talk to myself

and I relax

I don't stop talking

I talk to my friends

I talk to my teachers

I talk to my strangers

I talk to God

and I rejoice

All I need

is communication

in order to survive this crazy,

crazy and sad, crazy and stressful

crazy and frightening, crazy and hurtful

crazy and disgusting, crazy and funny

crazy and loving, crazy and peaceful

crazy and wonderful life

Talking with others began my faith

Talking with God strengthens it

Talking with others combats my turmoil

Talking with God relieves me of it

I

We

Must talk

Must communicate

so others can live too