The Inner Voice. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I write poetry,

Sometimes I have lots on my mind.
The speech becomes hard to find.

I'm not much of a talker,
I'm more of a listener.

If you find me talkative.
I'm mostly forcing myself trying to be persuasive.

In reality,
Hearing useless talks causes me agony.

I get headaches and become unproductive.
You'll find me unresponsive.

Everything revolves around my education.
It is what I find fun.

It brings me joy when you bring me sadness.
It brings me up when I feel helpless.

Although sometimes I run from it because it brings me stress.
I love it none the less.

I am not good with a second chance,
Taking or giving them are not part of my stance.

So I ask that you go away,
Leave me with my future to play.

Another broken heart.
Which I have to learn to part.