• flatfielder 33w

    Fear

    Shyness ,
    My torment,
    My mind disables my speech
    I am not who i am
    Hot flashes red ears
    The sign of submission
    To confusion
    To signals i didnt mean to transmit
    I lose eye contact
    I stumble
    I say what i dont mean

    Yet in writing
    I feel connect
    So much i cant stop
    I have ideas
    I think clear
    Still people have to turn away
    Still searching for my balance
    Some stability at best
    If i could shake the fear
    How would my life be then
    I always question!
    ©flatfielder