Fear

Shyness
My torment
My mind disables my speech
I am not who I am

Hot flashes red ears
The sign of submission
To confusion
To signals
I didnt mean to transmit

I lose eye contact
I stumble
I say what i dont mean

Yet in writing
I feel connect
So much i cant stop
Ideas are clear
Am on the top

Still do turn away
Still searching for balance
Some stability at best

Now if I could shake the fear
How would my life be then

I always question