My mouth.

Why do I even have one?

My mouth.

I can't seem to ever learn how to use it, properly.

It's a dangerous, poisonous trap that pushes others away.

"Oh, that's it! Now you've done it!" Cries my Mind.

"Why do you keep using your mouth, so much?"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" It says.

Why do I wanna talk so badly, when my lips are only a shovel that continues to dig the hole of isolation that I've created for myself?

I never thought that I'd be trapped in a hole so deep.

There have been so many that I've pushed away,

because of my over-excessive talking or just simply talking of the weird.

It's so hard to stop myself.

I only come to stopping myself, after everyone has been freaked out, and is gone.

"No, you don't have to go!" I say.

"I have lots more interesting things to talk about!"

"No, you don't." Says the mind.

"I can be fun, sometimes. I'm a fun person!"

"No, you're not." Says the mind.

"I have jokes to tell! Let's tell jokes..."

"Oh, goodness! Quit trying, already. They're already gone!" Says the mind.

The mind is right.

"Please...don't go. I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't mean to...sound weird."

"You always say that." Says the mind.

"Do us all a favor and just be quiet. Then, you'll finally give people peace of mind."