Words. So easy to write so hard to say.
It never takes long before they come out wrong.
I go into my mind to see if I can find
The right thing to say to make this all okay.

But when I open my mouth, this all heads South,
As you finally see there is something wrong with me.
My thoughts they don’t come out
I start to sweat when I think of the words I’ll soon regret.

My heart will race when I realize I cannot erase
The mistakes or the pauses and awkward breaks.
Even when I try it’s hard for me to speak,
Face to face I am small and weak.

But give me some ink and I can think
Or give me the pencil to hold and my thoughts will soon unfold.
What I want to say it might come out if I can just write.
I hate when I talk and you watch me like a hawk
I forgot to mention, I don’t like the attention.

Don’t call me a geek, I’m just a freak.
When I’m speaking the words that come out often are misleading.
No need to sympathize, I truly apologize.
I’m sorry for those with who I try to verbalize.
My thoughts I just can’t organize.
But let me write and I promise that I will be alright.