Melodramatic Mime

I move my mouth but the words won't come out, my brain tells me something but I live in doubt. words so selfish, cutting deep like a sword, telling myself something's wrong when I'm bored. Words with no meaning just to stay afloat, never able to express what I say, so I wrote. Feeling trapped in a domain of my emotion, always pointlessly proving my devotion. Paragraphs with no clear climax or ending, so many words, but never sending. A distant voice so quiet and hollow, drowning on my words, no impact to follow. I yell at my self in the mirror with no words, scanning my feelings inside, cut into thirds. what piece of me is left when I look back, always yelling at others — but myself I attack. silent words with no nature inside, in the bubble I created I hide.