Two rocks and a hard place

What to do,

when you’re in a room
and words can’t march on out

like they usually do
because

you’re stuck between

two rocks and a hard place;

Everyone’s staring you

dead in the eye

because you know them and

they know you.

So, do what do you say

when you don’t know whose

line to cross first,

or at all

and all the nitty, gritty details

in between?

It's like talking with a

tongue covered in glue,

words all pasty and thick,

as fast as molasses, too.

I’m cornered and I’m quick,

hasty in speech.

I don’t want to look,

I don’t want to believe,

and if I try hard enough,

it's all in the corner of my eye.