Speak

I had never liked to hear myself speak

I put my words under lock and key

Even when I did talk, I sounded weak

Struggling to find the words, as you can see

I couldn’t help but to simply be shy

I didn’t know how to act other ways

At times I want to open up and fly

I need help before I die and decay

I guess my problem was all due to fear

The fear in which I needed to escape

My voice, I finally wanted to hear

And from my voice box I had played the tape

So finally I was able to talk

I faced my fears with seconds on the clock