Speak

The look on his face is one of dismissal My heart falls quite fast, my chest now abyssal. I know I must speak, but my voice is a no-show Talking with strangers, is torture don't you know? I gulp down my fear, If it's nonsense, no use crying My words come out rushed, but now he's replying! Strangers no more, better friends my the second Hey! Meeting people is not awful, it's pleasant!