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.