Ooooof.... Words

Sup y'all. So, this was a poem I wrote when I was 15. Talk about teenage drama queen. Enjoy.

Words.

I’ve never been one to get my words out

Proper-

ly. When a class joke or banter fills the air my contribution is

A murmur. A silent added coin

In the trying money machine that makes but little difference to the mass already there.

I’m there

Sitting in that photograph. Putting on a fabulous smile

(With those ugly teeth)

And shifting closer to my oblivious neighbour, in an attempt to make it appear like

I am popular.

Clingfilm, bendable, chameleon. 

Funny. How these words are so structured.

But I’ve never been one to get my words out. Properly.