I can’t be anything other than this
Over -think. Over-share. Over myself.
I try you know.
Be better. Be less…. just be
It’s so hard you see
To have a million judges sitting at your mouth
Those gavels bang a steady rhythm in my skin
I just want to crawl out of it
Be a newborn me.
Oh the silliness that I show
Is nothing like me at all
Folly. Fool. Uncool.
This constant compulsion
Of verbal expulsion
Shut. Me. Up.
But sometimes when the light is not too bright
Or the mirror too harsh
I think maybe it’s ok
To be this way
That out there the strong silent type
Is longing to be
Someone like me.
(C) Slumpless
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