Sometimes, I so desire
To tell you all the secrets
That keep me
Wide awake at night,
So that you may begin
To understand
Why I am the way I am;
Yet, the words get stuck,
The noises distract,
And I get so tongue-tied
That all I could utter
Are ludicrous attempts
That do not commensurate
With the eloquent verses
That I so wish to divulge;
Thus, here I am,
Still looking so risibly dumb
Before your eyes.

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