if only the words swirling out of my mouth
Crashing into each other like train wrecks
And screeching to a halt leaving skid marks in its wake
Would straiten out and move accordingly
Like the soldiering ants in their strait little lines
Following each other with perfect speed
Perfect spaces and an even pace
If only words weren’t so hard to say
No more constricting syllables tying me in knots
Squeezing the breath from my lungs
And causing stares
And fears coupled with rising tears
I would be that person laughing in that room
Or that person presenting on stage
Not that person  pulled by rage
But a normal person without the difficulties of speech
Without the train wreck of words
Jumbling me up until words are nothing more than a mass
Of incoherent nothingness
My thoughts are suppressed
every time I show weakness
every time I open my mouth
Cautious but useless