Chatterbox
Gifted for my age until I started talking
Fleeting obsessions that meant everything to me but nothing to anybody
Stop talking, nobody likes it when you’re loud
So then I went quiet
And listened
Just listened
Listening as words bounced at the dinner table
The words, though, just flew by aimlessly as I repeated my own words in my mind like a mantra
When it was finally my turn the words have already left without a trace
The mantra wasn’t enough
At least I wouldn’t be the chatterbox
I started sitting quietly in school
Stealing glances at the shifting strangers near me throughout the years
Itching to finally let the dam of words loose
Instead, I opted to patch the cracks
The dam couldn’t break
I couldn’t be the chatterbox