Shh

Sleeves pulled down past my wrists

Oh how I wish I didn’t exist

I’d try to speak if I didn’t stutter

When others have voices smooth as butter

Sleeves pulled down past my wrists

Letting my thoughts go adrift

Don’t try to talk to me

Words don’t set me free

Sleeves pulled down past my wrists

My hands balled up in fists

I wish I could say

All the words in my head as clear as day

Sleeves pulled down past my wrists

I don’t think I can take any more of this

I have a story

You don’t have to hear about all my “glory”

Sleeves pulled down past my wrists

Don’t pay attention I insist

My words are shy

So am I

Sleeves pulled down past my wrists

Whispers floating off into the midst

My lips sealed tight

I'm over with this fight

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Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I can relate to this very much, and repeating line in each stanza emphasizes the need to hide self inflicted scars, or in my knowledge, that's what it means. You also explain the anxiety and jealousy for others and the need to be among them, and the giving up on yourself when it has gotten difficult to move on. Great job!