Talking is hard

The day I fumbled on my tongue
was the day that I met someone new.
The reason was actually from my lung
then anything such a person could do.
Unfortunately, for my peace of mind,
all people believed was that the cause was them
and I was forced to try to find
a way to prove otherwise. I chose mayhem
when I couldn’t decide how to
save my reputation from other’s lies,
but in the end they hadn’t a clue.
This brought me to my current surprise,
that they only saw
of me that flaw
when I tried to conceal myself this way.

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