Words
I am told that when I was a young girl I used to tell bed time stories myself and fall asleep Fast forward to today, I rely on audio stories in synthesized voices to make me sleep I am told that when I was a young girl, I used to sit on peoples' laps, telling stories of how my day went Today, I quietly walk out of any room containing other humans When I was a young girl, I thought words were gifted to us so we could easily express love to the world around us Today, I sit as a cursed soul watching people I love sparing only silence for me When I was a young girl, I had a happy melody to my voice when I sang with souls around me Today, my therapist after waiting patiently for me to say something, hands me a sheet of paper asking me to tell what I feel in words...