It is funny,
In life I barely speak.
When I do every word is carefully picked and placed.
Ran through the filter.
Strained of any words,
That will make me seem weird.
Crazy,
Dumb,
Smart.
Asshole,
Insensitive,
Caring,
These are just some of the things I filter as I speak.
Because its almost easier to get by seeming meek.
That is why I love writing.
I write and write,
I can write all night,
Or all day.
While I write,
I can scream I can shout.
I can be brave,
I can be mean,
I can be cool,
And Yet.
I may only be a fool.
I can be all of these things.
But I can be me,
Myself.
Unfiltered and honest.
That is why I love to write.
Ready Set Poem 
I must admit, I am jealous. I am a loud mouthed extrovert, after 40 years, I am just now learning to ‘shush’. People tend to listen more, to those who don’t speak as often. Good poem. Thank you.
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Well put. It definitely has its good and bad. Thank you!
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