The words won’t come to me,
These feelings come and go.
I know that you see it all,
These feelings that I show.
I wish I could explain them.
But with every word I speak,
It’s harder to hold back tears,
It’s hard to give answers you seek.
I’m working to, I’m trying.
But with every word I let out,
My lip constantly twitches,
It’s annoying, no doubt.
Once it starts to twitch,
Only pain can make it stop.
That’s when I bite my lip,
Continuously until my mood won’t drop.
Sometimes I begin to bleed, others not,
Other times I just grit my teeth.
It’s not that I’m trying to hide it,
I don’t want to hide what’s beneath.
But I know if I try to speak,
Real words won’t soar through.
It always has happened before,
Trust me, it’s not you.
And I know you want me to be comfortable,
I know I can always talk to you.
But when I can’t even talk to myself,
What am I really supposed to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem