"Speak your mind. Like I care. I can see your lips moving, I've just learned not to hear..."

Go on
tell me
what's
wrong with it
wrong with feeling
or acting this way
wrong with having a wall
wrong with me.

Here's a clue:
I already know!

You think
I actually
go through life...
without a care
how I act,
how I am,
who I am?

I know
sometimes
my poems aren't amazing
sometimes
they're just words
sometimes
they're my pent up
anger
frustration
pain
love
hurt
regret
sometimes
they're just me.

But they're my poems,
God dammit.

I know
sometimes
my emotions are a little
out of hand
sometimes
I'm a little
out of control
sometimes
I'm a bit
insecure
emotional
erratic
crazy
silly
strange
weird
sometimes
I'm myself.

But at least,
when I can,
I show myself.

I know
sometimes
I won't impress you
sometimes
I'll fall apart
sometimes
I'll tire you out
sometimes
I may whine or cry
and it'll seem like it's
for no reason
at all.

But
sometimes
I'll clam up,
and I won't tell
you,

then I'm just a step
closer to that stone
everyone
seems to like.

sometimes
you have to ask
sometimes
I won't tell
sometimes...
sometimes
I'll say sorry
for
crying
whining
disappointing
clamming up.

sometimes...

sometimes
I'll ignore those certain
comments
sometimes
those certain comments
will hurt
sometimes...

sometimes.

sometimes
just let me be
me.