Dear Words,

Why do you do this?

Why am I uncomfortable here?

Why is there silence in my conversations

With others

Where are you words?

Why are you so few?

Why do you censor yourself

I invited you into my life

But you refuse to show

I gave you a stage

But you chose not to perform


You flaw me

You make me weak

And awkward

Without you I can only be seen as simple

You show who I am


I choose you

But you haven’t chosen me

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