A boring place
A small place,
little to do
little to see

What there is to see
it's not for me
no skill to explore
no tool to use

But none of that matters
not when I'm
shaky,
heavy, light
far,
locked up, afraid
A world inside my head,
slow, scared
comfortable there
A world outside,
fast, blunt,
daring where
quick to judge
quick to look
quick to speak
quick

I'm not what they want me to be
what I want me to be
I'm rushing just to stumble
and fall and
not fully express
I say a portion of my mind
to then be misunderstood

I miss what they say
what they say
what they say
I know what they say
what I say
what I say

Their look
I'm stumbling
stumbling over my words
over their look
over my thought

It continues,
the silence
I work it out
how did I sound?
I hope my tone was well
my voice

I hold no control