Hey um, I stutter.
Well, I think sometimes,
in my head it's all smooth—
but it's a dragged mess
out my mouth.
Though sometimes I want
to talk how I want,
but there's this thing that makes
my eyes uneasy,
the voice shaking, afraid, and
oh, heart's a wrecked boat.
Then the feeling, the urge to cry,
comes back to life with a saw.
At that moment, it was like…

…the past haunting.