Speak

I give myself a headache thinking about everything on my mind, but when I try to speak, my overly rehearsed story won't articulate. My throat closes up, my entire body grows numb, I lose sight of everything but the little white dots chasing each other when I close my eyes so tight that I get dizzy. Maybe it's because I'm not ready. Maybe it's because I don't think they're ready. They probably wouldn't understand. They'd probably pretend to listen. My story is long, but I could give you the short version. It's all my body will allow.