My Brain is Broken
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My Brain is Broken

A poem.

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My Brain is Broken
Flomenhaft

My brain is broken


It spews out stupid sentences

Nothing but idiotic thoughts

Somehow transformed into a string of words

Shooting out of my unsuspecting mouth

Before I can stop them


People react to my blunders differently

Some laugh at my stupidity

Others respond with snobbish looks

Some don’t know quite what to do

So then comes the thick, awkward silence.


But one thing is inevitable

I’ll always feel embarrassed

Ashamed

Regretful

Angry

Frustrated

At myself for being so incredibly dumb

At my mouth for its inability to stay shut


Why can’t I be the brilliant witty girl?

The one who knows exactly what to say?

The one with the comebacks

So cleverly cruel they sting like a smack

Leaving my enemies speechless?


Why can’t I be the perfect friend?

The friend who, with a few kind words

Can cheer up the saddest of souls?

The friend who, with a single phrase

Can lift the lowliest heart?


I always hope, when asked to read aloud,

My voice would be clear and smooth as silk

But I stumble and stutter through the sentences

Mispronounce words, skip a line

Or read in the wrong spot entirely


In every argument I get frustrated

'Cause my mind is completely incapable

Of sending the right words

To describe what I’m feeling

So it sends a shower of tears instead


I want to spin my thoughts

Into words of wisdom and beauty

Like Rumpelstiltskin

Spinning straw into gold


But I can’t even form complete sentences

Let alone intelligent conversation


I want to command the English language

To translate my thoughts and ideas

Into powerful statements and proclamations

That inspire, move, and change lives


But too often my mind must work furiously

To express what goes on inside my head


So please kindly grab your magic tools

And fix this dysfunctional brain of mine

Perhaps there is a short somewhere

Or a tiny glitch in the system

A filter or border patrol would do the trick


You gave me this mind

You know how it works

Teach me how to mend it

I can’t do this on my own, for,

My Brain is Broken

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