Starting to hear my voice,
I’m listening so softly
To who responds and how they speak.

Forever making speeches,
never wanting to stay speechless.
I have a lot to say, from how I think.

I want to stand up more,
have the ground below my feet
and not forget the importance 
of my god forsaken peace.

Because I am too messy,
in the grand scheme of stings.
I’m putting up walls,
and remembering I’m me.