Stutter

Behind the grins, behind the tears,
My mask falls off once I hear the jeers.
Hiding my sobs as I fight to speak,
The crowd looks on like I’m some sort of freak.
Most will never chance to see,
So much of what’s really me.
Speech has become a never-ending endeavour,
A nightmare that’ll last forever.
I know quite well what I would say,
It may not seem that way.
But words too often bond with dread,
Then so much is left unsaid.
From thoughts to words there’s compromise,
And speech becomes something I agonise.
There’s a special person living here,
Because there’s more to me than meets the ear.

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