Bad With Words

Bad With Words

Bad with words

I’m bad with words
You may be surprised,
A poet claiming he doesn’t know how to write?
It’s not so much my vocab, or the grammar being right,
But making my words mean what I want them to mean
My light-absorbing orbs stare down the blinking line, black on white
I can’t tell if I should delete to the left or write to the right
Emails not worth minutes have taken me nights

Emails, yes, that’s where people say they don’t know what to say,
But say, you want C to do B by time A,
Then so you say, make it a little polite, send and be on your way

That’s not the hard part, but oh, if I start to say what’s hard I’ll never get anywhere
Mostly because I’d stick a TWSS into any conversation I’m near
(TWTS?)
But also because I’m bad at saying things so that you hear what I want you to hear

Let me break it down, I suck at conversations, I think too slow and miss my chances,
Laugh too much, and when I do empathise I seem unresponsive
Unresponsive when asked for opinion or advice,
And when I respond I doubt every word I say
(Though that’s a story for another day)

I’ve never added value to conversations, lest I can twist them to myself
I talk too much about myself, well
It is the only subject I know kinda well
But then it comes back to the well of all the ways I’m bad with words
To beg for a job you gotta overwhelm and convince them of your worth
And I lack the words to make me worth a dwell - or maybe just lack faith in my worth?

Well, this has been far too many words without much worth
You’re welcome to leave now, apologies for keeping you long
TWSS
Sorry, couldn’t resist
Maybe I could have if I had something more worthwhile to say
But I’m just that bad with words.