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.
-
Author:
elmiina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2019 15:59
- Comment from author about the poem: i get scared to speak sometimes despite being a public speaker, it’s bad lol. i was in a meeting today and was too scared to speak, this came to mind from it. hope you enjoyed!!
- Category: Sad
- Views: 11
Offline)
Comments1
"i need a script to even speak to another", love that line. You express yourself very well through poetry, love this.
thank you, i greatly appreciate it!!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.