Disquite Sonnet I wish that I could find the words to tell You were it hurts; nothing breaking my skin Slices whispering in my brain like hell Leaking suggestions of a morose grin Cannot collect my thoughts long enough to Share them in an understandable way So I lock my lips firmly and walk through Life, searching for the perfect words to say Trapped in my head, I seek to be let out Grasping connections with those who might know What it feels like, alone in a crowd, doubt Filling my body with reasons to go Face to face, I might not find the right phrase But I hope someone hears me anyway