Frankenstein

I am constantly frustrated with myself --
with my own inability to string words together
in the proper order, at the proper moment.

I am "shy". I am "introverted".
No, I am loud. I am screaming,
but at a frequency that it seems only I can hear.

I can't translate my thoughts into words.
It's like trying to speak a foreign language,
with all the slippery subtleties they never taught you in school.

I very rarely say the right thing,
and so I say nothing at all,
frightened by my failures into a submissive silence.

I feel like a monster, like Frankenstein
made me a perfectly passable shell of a man,
but could not perfect that which would make me human.