Trying to talk

Being afraid

I know how to walk

It's hard to be brave. 

 

Ever since I was litte

It was hard to silence

P-P-Please don't fiddle 

with your corrective lenses

 

Could you please repeat? 

I'm sorry sir 

You're not a sheep don't bleat 

I I I I can't help but shuffle my feet 

 

Afraid to talk

I couldn't seem to voice it 

When suddenly a boy who seemed nice told me to rejoice in it 

 

I became the silence that was valued 

My words flowed smooth onto paper 

I could go on stage and not fear to be booed 

Now my words are real shakers 

 

My fear of speaking 

Has stop all of it's shrieking 

And now I am no longer forlorn.