Meeting new people makes me anxious.

My hands fidget,

My eyes sweat.

Wait switch that around!

My thoughts aren’t straight,

Neither is my back.

My thoughts aren’t straight.

I already said that…

Forgive me, Let my heart beat slow.

Let my train of thought,

Catch up to my running mouth.

I’m sure I’ve got something worth saying;

Even if I can’t think of it right now.

I’ll probably come up with something witty

When I rerun this conversation in my head!

But I’ve learned if I’ve got nothing to say,

It’s best to stay silent instead.

I’m sure I’ll wake up 5 years from now

And remember everything I said wrong.

Feeling so embarrassed by what I’ve yet to say,

It’s hard to say anything at all.

I can’t help but think that isn’t right,

My thoughts should be heard;

Regardless of fright.

Though that’s easier said than done;

Not that I’d utter a sound.

Still I think,

And just a thought.

The words I string shouldn’t matter,

Only the string I’ve undone.