Everyday I see people making friends so freely,
But for me it doesn't come so easily.
I watch how people talk with no problem because,
They always have something to say.
Yet when it is my turn to speak my voice just hides away,
Even though I have a thousand things to say.
Everyday I hear people easily slandering the spoken word,
While my voice struggles to be heard.
I try to speak my mind, but the fear always hold me back,
Makes me wonder what social skills I lack.
I only know one way to get these screaming words out of my head,
I use a blank page and pencil, and the written word instead.
