i don't have my words

tearing up inside me 

fire and tigers and rage and roars

threaten to rip my limb from limb

but i don't have a word

 

i say i'm mad

i have that word i say i'm mad

 

but mad doesn't tell you that i'm hurt and wounded

that i'm bleeding out like an animal ready to snap at all who come near

that i'm ready to break myself because i can't explain what's going on 

i can't express what i feel because

i don't have a word

 

opening me up like a package 

and emtying me out

everything

i am

void

i don't have a word

 

i say i'm sad

i have sad so i say i'm sad

 

but sad doesn't tell you that i don't live

sad doesn't say the static that goes on in my heart

the hollowness i feel inside

how i feel like i am made of clay

waiting to break

i can't say that because

i don't have a word

 

tearing up again ripping me apart

is the colors pink and yellow

and flowers and sunshine

and blankets and warmth 

but

i don't have a word

 

i have love

i have that word i say i love

 

but love doesn't tell you that

i am exhuding color

i long to run and jump but i cannot and yet

i do not care 

i feel this shining from my very fingertips and yet i can't tell you because

i don't have the word

This poem is about: 
Me

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