Clumsy Words

My words stuble and fall from my lips, Onto the pavement with a splattering squish. I hurry to pick them up, but I bloody my hands in the process. Looking like a murderer of words I try and beckon them back into my mouth. But they just respond with agonized cries. Calling attention to unwanted onlookers, Making them wonder what crimes I have commited. Trying to plee my case, yet everyone's looking at me with judgemental glares. My innocence decieves the guilt burdening within me. But I don't know what I am guilty for. I wonder how I am suposed to move forward, When my beautiful, heart wrentching memories remind me of the horrid things people try so desperatly to achieve. Placing me above everyone, on a pedestool high in the clouds. Yet wanting to come down and place my wisdom in the currupted minds. Wondering how did I end up here, where did I go? Not knowing my true name and feeling like a forgeiner and a guest in my own skin.