Understand The Stares With Glares Poem by Reed Reid

I only have myself to speak to,
Because I feel like I can't speak to others
—Or even try to—
But some I might speak to.
Not many though,
As there were very few today.
Less than yesterday when I spoke.

When I speak I choke
On my words they feel like
Swords in my throat.
And I end up stuttering in doubt,
So I shove myself into stares.
And get glares from people
Who care too much.
Because I could barely care.

Where I am from
Is a place I can't erase
Myself from.