Mute

Words are rather vexing to me
sometimes they flow nicely
and sometimes they don't
i'm not necessarily sure I like that

I prefer gesticulations instead
they're rapid movements can be
quite unsettling
but I don't have to pick and choose
what I do

but wait
that was a lie
I do still have to pick and choose
for some of the people like you

who judge my visage
and my manner of dress
who watch carefully
and laugh when I make a mess

for life is all just one large mess
with some symmetry here and there
though i'm not really sure
I suppose i'll stick with words

and yet through this decision
I do not speak
I would much rather be seen
as placid

even prosaic sometimes
for I wear little color
as to not draw attention
to me

so I shall wright
and stuff the paper in my pocket
waiting until
I can build up the courage

to speak