When I am with you and I want to speak
But my mouth's dry and I just don't know how,
Why is it that I feel like such a freak
And cannot loosen words like I can now?
When stunted words they somehow fail my tongue
And your eyes seem to sap away my speech
As though I were not old but all too young
As though my tongue had turned into a leech.
And so I long to use my voice to say
The things that I can not even write down
Although I hope for bravery one day
And that I shan't always be such a clown.
But just for now I let the silence pass,
And walk with bleeding feet on broken glass.
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