The words they fail to come…
Stuck and waiting
On the tip of my tongue.

Blocked…
Wanting to come out
But faltering at the last second.

The words…
They seem to like my head…
Since that's where they
Want to stay…
They don't want the world
To know what the consist of…
Since society is conformity
And conformity is inescapable.

No one knows what these words are…
And no one will ever know…
If they don't stop to ask…
How I am…
Or what I'm thinking…
Because maybe this time…
I'll have something
Intelligent to say…