• angelicjules 6w

    Why Can't Words Reach Me?

    Often I look inside myself
    To try and find what I can't see.
    But I am lost,
    It feels like neverending darkness
    When it is sunny outside of my window
    My eyes are too blind to consider
    The possibility of loving who I am

    So when people come around
    And hear my words in the sounds
    that are a mystery even to me,
    Through my music they believe
    That I should be proud as can be
    But my ears are too deaf to their words How can I even consider
    The possibility of loving who I am

    The words can't escape my mouth
    To be able to comprehend everything
    Often I feel trapped in a cage of my own creation, by the words of others
    My mouth is too mute to consider
    The possibility of loving who I am

    When I can't hear, speak, and can't see what's around me what is left?

    The soft notes as they hit the keys
    Playing a Melody that sounds beautiful
    Sounds free
    Why can't I produce the same feeling?
    Šangelicjules