I am
a child
Or never was
I am an infant
I think because
I’m not prepared
To make demands
On people who
Don’t understand
A language I
Myself contrived
Consisting mostly
Of looks and sighs
You seem to require
Things spelled out
But I’ve not yet learned
The alphabet
If you could look
Inside my head
You’d find it full
Of thoughts unsaid
And if I found
The words to say
I’m sure that you
Would go away