A condition

It hurts!
A condition that kills from within
If not battled with when it begin
Described in different ways by people
Those that never experienced it call it shy
They never felt their words stuck up
In their throat, their heart pounding it's cage
For freedom,their whole system glitch
They cannot understand even with age.

Glosophobe!
A condition which shakes one excessively
The fear of being rejected is the root
Rejection a pain the brave ones know
The fear! The fear of saying it wrongly
Makes it wrong, Low self esteem! Oh!
Burns the throat like a whirl wind fire
Leaves the eye stinging and the heart
Racing like a girl beholding her lover
The proud audience scoffs obviously
Like they are better, but it's all folly.

Wake up!
Oh ye victims of this condition
Open the gate to your ammunitions
And bring out the best therein
And your maker have access to
No one or nothing is ugly in this battle
We all strive to get to our promise land
Oh ye scoffers rather than scoff encourage The bold ones groom the glossophobic
Never condemn the weak and caged
As they may be the one to lift you high
Or your progeny higher in coming age
No one knows what dawn holds.