(Freewriting) Timid Emperors

On the inside my organs are cemented green and crusted with worry and age, And on the outside of my body the world buzzes unpredictably, eroding my skin with time and quarrels. I begin to speak but my mouth stays silent, I shall have to live with the emperors among the daisies and dance quartets. They act snobby but only when strangers are around, it is only a defense mechanism, and it is your fault they are so timid in the first place. Caught like sparrows in a tunnel of cobwebs, they chatter to one another confused and lost, afraid of their titles and the life they have chosen. Stop the silence, lift the gates and let in my family.