He was speaking a language that I didn't understand
So I sat there drowning in my self-hatred and apprehension
My jaw was locked, my eyes clenched, and my fingers shook with sweat
The drowning sense had overwhelmed my thoughts and my non-breathing chest.
I'd been thrown into a different situation made of different words and different lifestyles
Causing my mind to flood itself entirely with wide-eyed fear, frustration, and shame fueled expressions
The worst part is that I know what they're saying, I recognize these sounds and syllables coming from their mouths
My mouth has created these familiar articulations, but for some odd reason, I don't remember how.
These different people, with different eyes, and different minds, are not speaking my language.
Their tongues fly over their words excitedly telling their stories and expressing their emotions.
Hands raised high during class eager to learn, but his eyes still fall upon me, and my cheeks begin to burn.
Somehow I conversed, somehow I managed, but now my mind is dark and my lungs are more damaged.
Published: 05-07-2016
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Growing Pains and Summer Rain
Poetry"we're all just mere beings desperately trying to stay the same in an ever-changing universe." {HIGHEST RANKING: #14 in Poetry and I'm still screaming in joy} Sometimes I curse in these. Don't steal my work.
