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.
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.
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