I open my mouth
So words can come out
But these words don\'t make a sound
These words came out silent
And as I ponder why that is
My ponder is interrupted
By one who cannot wait
To hear what I have to say
As if their life depended on my answer
My answer must be the cure to their ear\'s cancer
Wait. Stop.
I didn\'t mean to offend
I got lost in the heat of my frustration
With those who like to start sudden conversation
And yet have ZERO patience.
Okay. Now, back to my anguish:
I move my hand
So words can be written
But these words don\'t make an illustration
These words cannot be seen
Then I started wondering
If I had properly wrote what I was feeling
Then suddenly, I became cognizant
Of my own social awkwardness
Oh how Introvertedness
Can truly be bliss
And sometimes never noticed
By me, or the extroverted
But when I do notice
It\'s already too late
And by then
There is only one thing that I could say...
....damn.