Mispoken

Some words depart unintended, I'm left to figure out, understand, explain, And you watch as my face twists to find the right way to say but I can't speak. I'm silenced by the thoughts, telling, pleading begging to stay quiet; I fight it. Sentences are jumbled with missing letters perhaps taking another path, yet I'm the one mislead, And you repeat back to me what I said, as if I speak that language. I try to translate but I hate the fact that I can't, and you can't figure it out either, So i finish before I can start. I learn to plan each vowel and consonant in the correct places, But that just leaves more mess, So I begin to suppress every mistake and ignore the thoughts that make fun of me, Silence is tranquility.