I know I can't talk without stammering.
especially in front of you and others.
the memories are to hard for me to think about again.
this poem is lame.
i fucking know already
am just trying to say what I feel
bexause when I am trying speak words,
ot seems like a blade was driven though my heart
i can only seem to write my thoughts
it makes me feel strong
it will take years before someone will acknowledge me
i don't give a shit of you don't vote to hear my voice again
i get it
i like to be hidden
keeping my distance
just want too stay on the shelf until one finds me special