Clogged Head

The words I should have said

Were pounding like a hammer against my head

Every syllable and sound

Were taken from me somehow
And eventually my thoughts had to rest
‘Cause deep down I knew my silence was for the best
All the thinking and endless analyzing
Was driving me mad, that’s not surprising
Desensitized and almost indifferent
I had to find a way out of this mess
But there’s no escape from the things I meant
No running away from my truthfulness 
So help me God, put those words to sleep
If they must be left unsaid, don’t let them creep
Upon my peaceful dreams
Help me, Lord, my brain is clogged
It’s bursting at the seams

Author: Zeina

I'm a Lebanese translation and editing professional. Juggling parenthood and a home-based freelance career is no easy task, especially for a (hopefully recovering) perfectionist. I'm also an introvert, so yes this explains the tagline "I write better than I speak" :) Hope you enjoy your stay here!

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