Fear of Being Heard

the words remain on my tongue.
No escape to be found.
Eyes peer up at me
they seem to multiply every second.
They wait eagerly for my words
but regretfully I have none.
At least none that can be heard.
They remain inside
paralyzed with the fear of making a mistake
or saying one wrong thing.
The silence echoes throughout the room
so quiet and still
it makes me feel like I have gone insane.
So much pressure to succeed
makes me fail to speak.
It causes my heart to beat faster
and my palms to begin to sweat.
Speaking aloud would only be a mistake.
So I swallow my words
like one would swallow a lemon,
a bitter experience indeed.
But far better to hold my words
and return without speaking to my seat.

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