my stomach twisted and rolled uneasy,
my lungs were dry and my breath felt wheezy.
tongue tied and throat caught in a knot,
my minds a merry go round with my voice caught.
why do i feel so scared and oh so sick?
speaking was a dead rose with a sharp prick.
i need a script to even speak to another,
and im terrified to open my lips to my mother.
maybe i feel scared to start a big rut,
or maybe it’s best to keep my mouth shut.