I find it hard to communicate
Like a small, wooden crate
Can never get my words out
All I need to do is open my mouth
My mind keeps that from happening
Because it wants to keep me from rambling
My mind thinks like this:
When can I talk?
Oh they started to walk.
Do they hate me?
Oh I bet that's a guarantee.
Who would like us?
We shouldn't make a fuss.
Do they want us to stay?
What should we say?
There is much more
But writing them down is such a chore
So when you tell me to communicate
Just remember my words are in a small, wooden crate.
