Constantly Walking On Eggshells

I can't find anything to sayI know what I meanAnd I know how I feelSo why can't I Construct an argumentTear down a counterpointAnd fully articulateWhy I'm right I have all the ideasAnd all my points planned out But that nagging voice in the back of my headWants opinions shut down It won't let me talkOut of fear It hates ideasAnd insecurity Why should I care But stillThe voice inside my headTells me to get upset 

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