Talking
Isn't my really my strong suit
I tend to keep what I think
As to avoid any type of conflict

And during those times
I have always thought to myself
That my voice won't matter

Because even if I'm high above the sky
Or six feet below with my dad -- hehe
Or simply standing in front of you
My voice wouldn't be heard at all

Yet eventually
I realized I've been talking back quite a lot
To argue with someone or to correct them
It feels nice but it strangles me

The after math of every moment
Wherein I spoke my thoughts and emotions
In a mature or immature way

It strangles me as it pulls me down deep into the ocean
As the light slowly fades
And I...