Words Fail Me

I'm so fast, yet so slow.

My favorite phrase is "I don't know"

As myself I hope to grow.
And I've run into a wall.

I cant utter a syllable.
I know I'm in trouble.

I need my gab again.

Before I gag again.

Like I'm being strangled.

Why can't I speak?

I'm not that meek.

At least, I hope I'm not.

I try to present what I've got.

I've got pitches, lines, and attacks.

All stopped cold in their tracks.

I can't convey what's in my head.

Wants and desires left unsaid.

How I'm feeling, and why.

Struck dumb and suddenly shy.

Damn my oh so fickle voice.
I'd speak if I had the choice.

But with just one look from you...
Words Fail Me.