Not asking questions is what got me
in trouble in the first place
I’ll still write a poem
telling you what I think
Not telling the truth is what got me
in trouble in the first place
I still won’t trust you
until I understand what you are thinking
Not saying the right words is what got me
in trouble in the first place
I’ll still hold back
until it rolls off my tongue effortlessly
Not speaking my mind is what got me
in trouble in the first place
I’ll still bite my tongue until I taste blood
Just too many times I kept my mouth shut