It seems when I begin to talk my words are at a loss; my thoughts are all over the place and I can’t get my point across…

How when I speak, my choice of words never seem to coincide exactly with the thoughts that I think…

And how I wish I wasn’t so shy so I can be properly perceived…

as a young individual with a complex mental. A devoted thinker to life and sees more than the physical…

A young poet in a way and a creator at heart, passionate about life and a lover of the arts…

I want people to see me for more than my appearance. I want them to appreciate my mind and enjoy my spirit…

But where my voice fails, my pen speaks. Thoughts expressed so clearly on paper through black ink…

(Not finished yet but this is what I have so far..)

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