Pretension

Finding a me that I like is harder than I imagined,

When I open my mouth and spew a stream of unconscious conscience my heart warns me

I lack self awareness

In the moment

When my mouth comes to a close

I sit and wonder why I put that self out there

What was the hope to gain?

I’m not clever where it matters:

My brain is in my mouth

My soul is in my feet

My heart is in my chest

But it’s my voice that makes it beat.

And so my unconscious conscience gives me life.

My English teacher told me I’d find my voice here

It took me three months to find my mouth.

I’m still searching for the words to remind me

Where I left myself.