Why is it that each time I try to say something it comes out as a curse
A hurtful one that cuts deep into the other
A source of pain, a source of problem.
Growing up I was always told
You talk too much
You talk too fast
Slow down we can't understand
I'm so messed up with words
Each time I try I get disappointed
Sadly my voice was made by mistake
One that should never exist
Thoughts filling my head makes me hate it
Makes me push myself into silence
Yet , who'd love me if I didn't talk
I...