You Stole My Voice

I want to speak, but you stole my voice,                   

You leave me second guessing all my words                        

And for better or for worse, all my choices.              

I may be silent but my heart is not,                            

It flutters when I think of you,                                  

The air grows thin, and yes, the room spins—           

Every word is wrong; my voice squeaks.                  

You stole my next line, ultimatum and vision.          

Mirrors surround and smile back at me,                     

It’s not the smile that you deserve.                                        

I want to say sorry, but my voice is meek.

I want to say hello, but you deserve better.
       DannYetman
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