Confessions of a Chatterbox
I'm scrolling Tumblr, and my eyes are shot with an image that shakes my stomach
I'm lying awake, and my mind gags on thoughts to horrid to verbalize
I'm in class, and my ears are drugged with ill omens, stories of the doom of our nation
I'm watching a movie, and my heart wrestles with themes that I cannot accept
and I panic
I'm onstage - my accent is not good enough - and I doubt myself
I'm procrastinating - the ACT is on Saturday - and I scold myself
I'm talking - I need to prove my social adeptability - and I embarrass myself
I'm writing - I have so many fantasies - and I despise myself
and I cry
I'm eight, and it's a ferocious tornado
I'm ten and it's the cutting words of an enemy
I'm twelve and it's my very self
I'm sixteen and it's my hellish anxiety
I'm eighteen and it's my totallty unintelligable future
and I pray
I talk to my family
I talk to my mentors
I talk to my friends
I talk to myself
and I relax
I don't stop talking
I talk to my friends
I talk to my teachers
I talk to my strangers
I talk to God
and I rejoice
All I need
is communication
in order to survive this crazy,
crazy and sad, crazy and stressful
crazy and frightening, crazy and hurtful
crazy and disgusting, crazy and funny
crazy and loving, crazy and peaceful
crazy and wonderful life
Talking with others began my faith
Talking with God strengthens it
Talking with others combats my turmoil
Talking with God relieves me of it
I
We
Must talk
Must communicate
so others can live too