My silence isn’t voluntary
And my tears aren’t a choice

I don’t cover my ears for attention
And it’s not that I’ve lost my voice

There’s millions of words running laps in my head
And my hearts pumping for a marathon

My medullas pumping epinephrine
And box breathing can’t get past one

And you’re staring straight at me
And blaming me for being dramatic and weak

I really wish I could do this,
I’m sorry I’m like this
I swear I didn’t choose to be like this,
I’m sorry I can’t just ******* speak.