The Thing I Want to Say...

There are so many things I want to say, but my words are caught in the back of my throat. Ideas stored away in the back of my mind, but they stay there. I really can speak, but people don't understand. I am different from them. My brain works in a way that makes it difficult to express myself in a way they would understand. Scattered thoughts roam around in my head that can collect on a page, but not in my mouth. I can't get people to listen because people won't read. Either they won't or I won't allow them too. The thing I want to say is listen. Listen to the silence, because it speaks volumes. Read... read because sometimes the only way to express yourself comes in metaphors and similes. Read because each piece of literature is a piece of myself buried in text. Read because that is where my voice lies. Listen.