Nov 2021, written in ~1hr
I hold my tongue inside my head
Won’t say what’s on my mind
Because I know if I’m myself
Then people run and hide
They don’t like my winding words
The journeys, twists and turns
So I stay quiet and keep things brief
That way I can’t be hurt
It makes me think, what’s their world like?
Do they say all they see?
Or are there forests in their heads,
And they’re afraid to speak?
But there are people in my life
Who don’t shut down near me
So like a dog let off its leash
My thoughts and words roam free
They let me lead them by the hand
Along these twisting paths
And they see things I never saw
Among these unknown lands
They tell me that they like my words
And I believe them when they say:
“There’s no-one else who’s quite like you,
I hope you never change”