On strings.

[JamesG]

This is the thoughts of a shy guitarist.

On strings

Play my thoughts away
Pick the words
My voice can’t say
Perform them proud
To ears that aren’t around
In my mind
I don’t find time
To be someone’s someone
Inside my walls
There are no risks I take

I think it is worth reading your poems aloud after they are written as this can help with the flow. This poem seems to break down somewhat when the rhythm becomes a bit clunky here:

 "Perform them proud
To ears that aren’t around"

and seems to collapse at the

"someone’s someone
Inside my walls".

I am not sure with such a short poem that they half-rhyme, half-free verse works well here.

Keep going though, as there is something there, and I think it might be useful to expand the poem a little.