I need to let it out,
I can't keep holding back,
I need to express myself,
But you won't let me,
Around my feeble words,
That cry from their prison,
To be allowed to show themselves,
But you won't let them,
My whole body begins to shake,
And those lyrics that seemed so perfect,
Wishing I could speak,
But hoping more that I,
Can begin to sing in key,
You decide for me,
That my sentiment is not worth sound,
You refuse to permit my right to free speech,
By closing my vocal chords down.
Their eyes stare,
In the end their glares usher me away,
I shuffle back from the microphone,
With an apologetic smile to my pianist,
I turn and leave the stage,
My hands hit the floor,
My head down,
But only at my sorry self.
The rest of me was so strong.
But my throat gave away my pain.