Words flow out, only sometimes;

Other times it’s rough.

There’s a wall, a dam, restricting the flow.

Some things come out, but only what needs to.

It’s not that I don’t want to, trust me I do,

But I get nervous and scared.               

I just can’t speak.

Everyone tells me to get over it,

To just go and talk, have a conversation.

They don’t get it.

My heart starts to pound and my throat gets dry.

People make me nervous.

I might even cry.

I’m not saying I don’t like speaking,

Just don’t ask me to.

The End

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