I have a great secret to tell you all.
Though it may seem rather small.
I do not want to bawl,
But I do tend to appall.
The bile rises in my throat,
As I think about the passing note.
But with all my misquotes,
It's hard to keep afloat.
All I do is go in circles,
When it comes to anything verbal.
I want to hurdle curses,
But all I'm left with is useless verses.
My hands begin to shake,
As the crowd becomes my nightmare in wake.
I want to leave behind the blind snakes,
And find a new hope at daybreak.
Time and again
I am left with my crippling fear.
It all might seem rather queer.
Its all becoming very clear,
It leaves me feeling like a young deer.