Unlike You, I Have No Composure

Unlike you, I have no composure,

I show and tell, I ring and bell,

I am recklessly anxious, 

While you plan each step with cautious.

How are you still so composed?

Does your heart not scream to be heard?

Does it not beat words?

Does it hurt?

How do you keep it all in?

Do you have thick skin?

Unlike mine that is thin.

No wonder you always win.

Teach me how to be composed.

So I stop dying to be heard.

Even when all that beats is word.

Keeping them in, embrace the hurt.