My Lips Are Tied

Of my own volition
But tied all the same
.
Which is why I write
Knowing my ability
To communicate is
Splattershot at best
.
In print it is easily legible
Still hardly decipherable
.
When attempting to orate
Find myself very irate
.
For what rolls in my head
When it comes out as said
.
Only makes sense if read
If not better left unsaid
.
Or at least in that form
Can be decided if norm
.
Logic is the basis
After laying out my aces
.
Putting the cards on the table
As best as I am able
.
Meaning might be exacted
If not too protracted
.
Laid out to be extracted
Once it is redacted
.
For that is why
My lips are tied
.
When the string comes loose
Words tend to be obtuse
.
Yes, blunt, insensitive and stupid
Which is how they can be interpreted
.
When not on paper or a screen
To ponder what they really mean
.
For they seem to trigger emotion
As vast and large as the ocean
.
Though have no boat to float on
‘Cept anger vessel that is never gone
.