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.
Copyright © Ella Banks | Year Posted 2023
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