Miscommunication Poem by Mussia M Bronstein

It frusterates you
That your mouth doesn't
Work like everyone else,
With anger filling up
In your body, like
Your going to have a fever.

You scream, wanting
To hit something till
Your hand hurts and scream
Till your voice box
Is ready to blow,
Without knowing what to do.

A pillow that is in your arms,
All tore, all bitten
with anger and your
Tears rolling down on
Your cheeks, like a river
Dripping on the pillow,
Like your drawing a picture
With your tears.

Words that you try
Pronounce, it sounds
Perfect in your mind
But outside by the
Imperfect world, the words
Would be cracked
and blurry to others.

You stare at the person
With blank impression
Thinking that they'll get it,
But they didn't.
With your eyes narrowing
Ready to have a fit,
Your hands curled into a fist,
Hiding your temper, you
Speak now more slowly and more clearer
Then stop with hopeful eyes
waiting for their answer.

When someone
gets the words right,
You leap for joy
Wanting to sigh
From happiness,
Ready to take over
The world again.

Communication can be many ways.
Bad way or good way, disrespectful or not disrespectful.