Building the urge to talk
...
But it feels like my lips are sewn shut

Its enticing
The thought of it all
Laughter, outrage, a morsel of reply

But i just cant seem to open up
I hold the thread with needle
and my lips shut
I
I built myself a castle
But i forgot to put in doors

Ive been staring out the window
Ive an urge to go explore

there is a fearful voice in my head
It keeps me inside
I turn a blind eye to any opening
I
I wrote myself a song
Its apart of who...