Until When Poem by Redem Macabenta

I do not know how to speak
For my mouth is greatly zipped
For I myself is meek
As my hear goes into the deep

I only know your name is Grace
You make me anxious when with you
That's why I always hide the space
And covering this feeling that seems new

My pick up lines that I use
They seems to be for nonsense
As I do it for you to be confused
For me, everything makes sense

In the end, will I be able to talk?
Will I be a baby boy to keep this,
Or man enough to stood and walk?
Until when will I shout this piece?