Muddled In My Mouth
I have so many fake arguments inside of my head
And I win them every time
But when it comes time to actually fight
The words seldom come out right
I suppose that’s why I write in rhyme
There are so many beautiful things to express
And ugly, depressing things, too
But when it comes time, it all goes south
Every explanation is muddled in my mouth
But poetry lets me speak true
I ought to be frustrated, yes, sometimes I am
With my inability to voice my thoughts
But I discovered myself, with time
How to express my thoughts in rhyme
My pen relays what my mouth cannot
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2019
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