UnTitLeD (Is A Title)

I have words in my mouth,
Tiny pieces of sounds sitting blank,
Emotions struggling to spill,
All light and heavy at once.
There’re things I wish to say,
About people and opinions,
About options and situations.

I have a song in my head,
A sad melody humming softly,
Waiting for the right moment
To get loud and be heard.
An opportunity to be free,
Not in mockery or fake courtesy,
Rather in love and appreciation.

I have questions for the world,
Jumbled thoughts I fail to grasp,
Moving like a merry go round,
Knowing it’ll come out wrong.
Day after day it sits in fear
Of being judged by the crowd,
Yet impatient to be let loose.

A child is born naked and innocent,
His laughter sweet and real
Till he takes his first step
And gets mocked for falling.
Then he grows up wondering,
Carrying with him unspoken phrases,
Questions no one will answer.

I have struggles I yearn to speak of,
Flaws I'm impatient to show of,
Insecurities I've made peace with.
I wonder why everyone demands perfection
And make mockery of those they believe to be out of place.
It's like a crack on an egg,
Unfixable by a hand or a machine.

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This is one of my numerous and endless ramblings. Don't worry so much about it.

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