I wonder what all I could do—what all I could achieve.

if only I talked like I thought

if only i wrote what I felt instead of editing away paragraphs to create something they won’t choke on.

Oh how many notebooks would I fill—how many books would I write—if I didn’t worry about those who would never truly try to understand...

If I didn’t worry about those who would jump to conclusions or those who will deny me kindness.

Man fear what they don’t understand and they hurt what they fear.

i fear misunderstanding and I hurt myself.