Words dont fit (a companion to Voice)

I can talk, ya know.
I can rhyme, i can feel, i can...
Some people wouldnt know it.
I can piece together words like an engineer,
Designed to worn a certain way,
And never give anything away.
I can paint, too, with my words.
The ocean, the stars, the gods.
Maybe i can't always say them,
But i can make them.
So when my voice doesn't work,
And my words dont fit in my mouth,
I use a voice thats different, cloaked and veiled.
I use a voice thats buried deep at sea.
I blend words like colors, and phrases like food.
And you might never know it,
If i were talking to you.
Its...empowering i guess.
To talk and untalk.
To speak and be heard, yet be silent.
Thats why i write.
To create worlds with my stories,
And stories with my poetry.
Not for you, not for me.
I dont know who its for, really.
But i write it anyway,
Because its the only way i know how to talk.