I am not a speaker, I am a thinker
It’d be nice to be both, but I find
I prefer to observe and get
lost in ideas
and daydreams
My mind is both a sanctuary
and a battlefield, but I’d
rather a chaotic mind
than a stuttering voice
On paper, my words never waver
I’m myself and at my best
If I was a speaker
I wouldn’t be good at it
I am content with thoughts because
Thoughts are thought out
Speaking may be destructive
if spontaneous
I speak when I feel the need,
like going to the grocery store when I
need food
I don’t enjoy it, but when it’s necessary,
I get it over with and retreat back to
my mind
Thinking is productive and interesting
and no one can know what I’m thinking
So I am a thinker
