I Move To Speak

I move to speak, but your words are already there

Am I too slow, or is it that you don’t care?

You move to interrupt me, and clearly don’t give a shit

Am I really to believe that you’re never going to quit?

I move to speak, but you’re talking much louder

Am I too quiet, or is it that you don’t care?

You move to impede me, and you clearly don’t hear?

Am I really to believe that you have nothing to fear?

I move to speak, but my voice just goes mute

Am I impaired, or is it your goal to knock me off route?

You move to condescend, and you clearly don’t get it

Am I really to believe that this is never going to quit?

I move to speak, but your voice does all the work

Am I unmotivated, or is it that you’re clearly a jerk?

You move to strike me, and clearly you’re beating me

Am I really to believe that you can’t open your eyes and see?

I move to speak, but my words strike a silent pitch

Am I going deaf, or is it that you enjoy being a bitch?

You move to conquer, and clearly you don’t want me standing

Am I really to believe that you’re truly this demanding?

I move to speak, but my progress is just blocked

Am I undersupplied, or are you overstocked?

You move to the end, and clearly you were there first

Am I really to believe that you aren’t the worst?

I move to speak, but my voice just feels stuck

Now is it me, or do you just not seem to give a fuck?

You move to break me, but most of me is already gone

And am I really to believe that you’ve been this strong all along?

I try to stand up, but the ground won’t allow

Am I weak, or did you mess with that too some how?

You seem to have all the control with little to no effort

And am I really to believe that being broken by you won’t hurt?