Mother, please, don't make me go

Father, please, skip the show

Brother, please, stop your talking

I'm trying to think, while pacing, walking

Nerves bundles up inside

Now I have nothing to hide

A voice itching to speak

I'm no longer meek

The cold of the day

Every single way

You push and pull

I'm feeling full

Butterflies be gone

Fly out over the lawn

Go away, I need some peace

I want this all to cease

Then I'm standing