Bashfulness is nothing anymore;
Wishing to scream, unequivocally and explicitly;
To be hushed as an infant is extinguishing;
However, creates disdain and inner-rage;
Gripping vocal cords into a vice;
Squelching naught but air;
But because the future must be concurrent with action;
The tongue is held;
The urge is unsettling;
To deluge others with sense;
Empathy had perished amid these forceful thoughts;
Lust to prove others wrong remains;
…Why can’t I speak?