something happens to my words between my brain and my throat.
i can see them in there riding in a little paper boat.
trying so hard just to stay afloat
but it’s rough whether it’s a long letter or just a little note.
i got so much i want to say.
i don’t want to push you away
oh but it’s safe to say, i’m afraid.
i never know when i open my mouth.
just which foot is about to come out.
will it be my best one or the one riddled with doubt.
all i know is if i’m quiet too long…….. i suddenly shout!
i want justice but i feel guilty.
i come clean, but i still feel filthy.
i fill with pride, but it leaves me empty.
there seems to be a difference between the truth and honesty.