voiceless
clumsy tongue stumbling and crumpling over stuttered and slurred syllables. knowledge and emotion crashing in without words to describe, without knowing what to say. because see, the thing is everything is a test, every word and phrase and conversation all tests. and i don’t know any of the right answers. because see, the thing is i can smile and laugh and pretend that my palms aren’t sweaty and my heart isn’t clenched inside my chest but i don’t know what to say, and all my answers are wrong. and see, the thing is i know exactly who i am. i just don’t have the words to tell you. and see, i know all the right answers, i know what i should say, but i can’t force the stupid syllables to form behind straining smiles, and whatever i do say comes out like a lie, garbled and misshapen and ugly. and see, this is what it means to be voiceless.
