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Nate Owens

I wish I could talk

Why is it so hard for me

Everybody else does it so easily

I try more and more everyday

But the words they come less and less

And it brings me all of this stress

I always have to talk

But i always find a way out

And when i do talk

They always tell me “speak up”

I feel the pressure like a weight on my chest

Like the walls are caving in on me

I feel the other person staring wondering why

All the sweat is just pouring

Down my face and into my eyes

The stomach starts churning

When all I'm doing is asking a simple question

I get done and wonder to myself why

Why was it so hard for me

This should all be so easy

And they all look and tell me

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