Confronted To Speak
I'm an actor in a play, pretending to be strong
But worry's to say the words that are wrong
When confronted to speak and have to deal
To not have the answers, is such an ordeal
The words are swimming in and out of my head
The words on my lips, hanging on by a thread
The answers are stuck like glue in my head
I am not stupid, I do have a brain
Sometimes they're just not in the same game
The confronter waits impatiently and sighs
Nothing comes out, not 'How ya been? '
I bite my lip, give a feeble grin
I watch as the confronter gives up and flies
Frustrated with times like these
Wishing I could respond with ease.