I look at you, and no words come out,
You’re there as if not suddenly.
The world vibrant with life,
I seem stuck, feeling empty.
I can’t lift my eyes, to meet with yours,
I look away often, when we speak,
Sometimes, we don’t talk at all,
At those times, I’m most weak.
These days it’s different, when we do,
I feel the need to end it fast,
I feel angry at myself, when I speak,
Unless it’s an official work task.
I cannot understand, why it happens,
I just notice it does instantly,
A rush of fear strikes my heart,
So I avoid speaking blatantly.
Then I struggle, with the thoughts,
Of what you would think of me?
But given this predicament,
For the moment I’m best I can be.