oh words

Sometimes I am no good with words. Sometimes I wonder why I can't say something to express myself. I just can't. The syllabes get stuck inside my thoughts and my tongue doesn't seem able to pronounce them. Sometimes I speak when I am not supposed to. I just think loud and the words come out unexpectedly. The syllabes get all together and the words echoe. I wonder why it happens and if the words were understood with the same meaning I said them. Sometimes I am eloquent. Sometimes I just throw words one after another. Sometimes I just prefer the silence. Sometimes I start random conversations that end up in another conversations that have nothing to do with the ones before. Sometimes I am loud. Sometimes I scream my name from the top of a high building as if the world is mine. Sometimes I sit here and write things that anyone else will understand. Sometimes the world is a stage where I can perform and people applaud me at my best. Sometimes I feel like I am racing and the world is a dead end street.