Empty Shell
Track 12 - May 24, 2025 4:25 AM
I know what I mean

until I have to say it.

Then the words fly away

like birds scattering.


I feel everything

in full paragraphs.

But when I speak,

I lose the sentence before it lands.


I say the wrong thing.

Or nothing at all.

Both feel like failure.


People look at me like I’m quiet.

But inside, I’m loud

with things I haven’t figured out how to say.


There’s a version of me

that never blanks,

never stumbles,

never regrets a silence.


Every unsaid thing

carried by the version of myself

that could have been understood

if I had only known how to explain.


Maybe they still live in me

underneath the pauses

and the aching hindsight.


Maybe one day

I’ll speak like I think

clear, calm, and complete.


But until then,

please know:


Just because I go quiet

it doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.


Sometimes,

it means I care too much

to say it wrong.