Sometimes
I wish I could say
the words I bite back,
but the bitter taste they cause
as I swallow them
is nothing compared to the guilt
I'd feel if I said them.
Sometimes
I want to scream,
to let loose what's on my mind,
the biting words
I never dare
to say.
Sometimes
I run conversation in my head,
monologues, really,
rants and ranges,
consisting of things I'd never say,
no, and why, and who the hell
do you think you are, and what
do you take me for?
But I can't say them,
can't bring myself to do it,
and instead, out of my mouth
float yes's and of course's and
please, allow me's.
I can't help it.
I'm nice.
And sometimes
I wish I wasn't.
Author notes
it's not good. and i don't care.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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honest.
you're full of shit. it's great.
ps- you just wrote my life story.
pps- i really, really, really miss you.
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i am NOT full of shit! lol
god, calla, i miss you like hell. i'm feeling this GA trip this summer, hopefully i can make it. i need some serious adopted-family time.
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