I Hate My Speech

I hate my speech!  

I hate how sounds  are released,

I hate how my S’s last longer than a Second

I hate how my lip tightens                            .

Half of the word is cuffed in throat

The feeling of disappointment  

 Another word would have to be spoke!

Snapping my fingers, stomping my feet

Anything that will help me speak.

 I rather nod and shake to answer questions

 To be hidden from  the all  stares  

I hate speaking to crowds

They look at me like I’m a comedian now!

 Until infected with this disease  

 Surely, they will understand the struggle  of the King’s Speech.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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