'Tis the season to be jolly
But an aura of sadness surrounds me
So many questions I'd like to ask
I've had the courage to do everything else
I've done things my peers can't believe
Things they wish they were brave enough to do
But when I go to ask my questions
They always get caught in my throat
And it makes me sad to think
That certain things that need to be said
Will never get said because of
The simple fact that I got scared
And I wish that it didn't seem
As if it were solely my efforts
12-15-95
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