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When I speak I wonder who listens.
Actually takes in my words and views out my visions.
Someone who listens to my thoughts and opinions.
Not like someone who speaks over me.
Changes a topic entirely.
In all honesty I rather just here writing quietly.
Let my thoughts shout out at everyone.
As I observe how they all lash out at eachother Im riding shoutgun.
Sitting in a spot where so many conversations going on at once.
People dont speak anymore just shout, fight and fuss.
I dont even try and chime into any of the topics.
I sit with my thoughts that are chronic.
How my pockets
Have no profits
Life is not like the comics.
Thoughts on my mind are popping. Listening to myself and my surroundings I start clocking.
Start viewing these want to be speakers like they rotten.
Picture them speaking in graves out their coffin.
Observing verbals that only speak signs of caution.
I choose what to say every so often.
