VOICES
Slow down, I can't keep up with the pace. Atleast that's one thing I'm certain i wasn't blessed with, but don't wish to have. A conversation is what they call it but this one can't be categorized as one. As voices rise, tone sharpened and choice of words disregarded, i lack something to say. Not because I'm weak, but my emotions make me helpless. My heart is beating fast, my mind baffled by the false assertions, my mouth is speaking but my message is not being heard. You've let your assumptions amass and now its time to project them. Louder and louder you go, your face looks different, your tone i can relate to because I'm not new to this and it's not something to brag about. But until when? I build my inner self, each day i work hard under the scorching sun to fence what i call my own. Then i encounter you once, and all is down until i discovered a long lasting building material. But now, my roof is leaking. Your words have eroded