No, I don't always have a lot to say,
But, anything I do is worth hearing,
And, I still, haven't found that out yet,

But I deep down,
I know it's
I'm just too quiet 

Please, I ask why won't you listen to me.
I'm sorry,
I never knew I had to speak over you.
Alone most of the time.
You can say, I personally,
Prefer it that way.
I'll admit it,
One day you might find out
You'll find out I'm as clear as day,
I'm ambitious but much to nervous to jump,
Always ready, to jump on any challenge.
But ending up afraid to take the first step.
Stuck here,
To scared to move forward.

But Deep down I know
I'm just subconscious.

I scribble down on this page,
My life in First person point of view.
That is  as if I were to make a good conversation,
Amongst the people's.
Silent whispers from the crowd.

Land inside my head,
Where every word stretches  miles,
Every last one stacked up like building blocks,
Re-creating a world  I don't dare say out loud,
Most of the time you can relate a little too well.
Pierce just below the skin.
You're wondering how I do it.
Might be,
I've been waiting for my brains to explode
Or just the bullet holes in my chest to bleed me out,
And just maybe how I tend to rip my own heart apart.
I swear I was trying to piece myself together to piece myself back together,
Honest.