Communication Breakdown
It happens all at once. Memories and thoughts flood my mind. I'm saying something. What am I trying to say? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm digging my own grave. Falling into an abyss Of my own woes. There I go. Without a compass Or sense of direction. I don't know if I mean what I say, Or what I mean to say. So consumed by my thoughts, I don't know what is, And what isn't. You stare in disapproval. Mock me with a sarcastic tongue. As a writer I should know what to say, But I don't. My writing is thought out. It takes hours for me to get it right And convey my message. When I speak I fumble, And it all comes crashing down.