Talking To Myself

Tried to join the conversation

With no success

I fold

No exchange of human nature

Another soul is sold

Starting to get tired

Trying to be open

But the box you love

Is now too full

The one you cram your soap in

Wanting to participate

Please

Can’t we just talk?

Listen to each other

Have an opinion

Sans the glock

I really care about these things

Despite what you might think

Given the chance to process

You won’t need the kitchen sink

This is the part

Where things unravel

Almost made sense

We’re back to babble

Maybe we can try again

Let this all cool down

Can’t always win the first time

That’s ok

No need to frown

This is why we practice

This is how we learn

Are we really hear to understand

Or should we let

This

Whole

Thing

Burn

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