Well, it's funny too.
My confidence continues to crumble, By the tongue I can neither speak nor understand. I smile through the blank phases in my mind. It is but my fault that I can not learn. Even though I am taught to pronounce a word over a hundred times, I follow, and I try my best, When I wish, I could just sit and cry in earnest. The things I try, to make myself understood, I unabashedly speak nonsensical phrases, Over and over too. I just nod my head as they narrate all I need, Half of it is more than I can heed. I smile when they smile and that's the best I can do, They stare at me and are probably thinking, "is she a fool?!" And am smiling at myself thinking, "well, this is awful!" But you have to admit, It's... Well, it's funny too.