In a Word
Sometimes I feel all broken
Like words waiting to be spoken
In a speaker's mouth, just hanging open
Who says nothing at all
For some reason the words are wrong
Are they too weak or far too strong?
Cliche, arcane, too short, too long?
Why don't these words fit?
The words are placed upon a shelf
As I am placed within myself
I'm not me, I'm someone else
Because myself's not needed
So my words and I must stay inside
Within ourselves we safely hide
Untested, untarnished, and untried
I want out, but how?