AN EXCELLENT MISTAKE
Going Back Into My Shell
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published 3 months ago • 1 min read
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As I contemplate
everything I said
I feel bad
I hate myself.
You see
I'm not used to talking
That's why I write
It's my way of expression.
I don't feel bad
When I write
But the feeling is different
When I talk.
Arrg! I hate it
I hate myself
Oh my hedge
Why did you break?
My tongue found freedom
And ran away again
Please remind me
That I'm good with hands not voice.
About the Creator
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)
I love reading and researching to gain inspiration and ideas. I appreciate those who write and I hope I can inspire you with my writings too.
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Comments (3)
Wow..
You may be surprised how many of us feel the same way about talking to people face to face. You have lots of company. Great poem. Love yourself.
I feel the same way too sometimes! So grateful we're able to write. Loved your poem!