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.