Stumbling Over Myself
I hate that what I want to say
Wants to come out two different ways.
“Have a good day”, “thank you for the compliment”
Have a thank day. …what did I say? Is that what I meant?
Stumble and bumble when my lips won’t work
Sounding dumb, seeming stupid, seeing a smirk.
That’s why it’s on my body. It’s written in ink.
My hand captures better than my mouth what I think.
I hate that what I want to say
Wants to come out in different ways.
I hate that what I meant to say
Made me feel foolish today.
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