Short Threats
Those who cannot understand my thinking...and myself.
I cannot draw my thoughts,
Though I can write them.
My words should be enough,
For my thoughts not to kind.
I cannot concentrate,
Nor can I retain what they’ve said.
Yet, perfectly in other’s, I can.
My mind shuts down, so don’t try me.
This one is short, yes.
Forgive me my love, for I have left.
My own thoughts are unknown to me.
Foreign even in their own language.
