A Timid Madness

I have a timid madness inside of me.

Sometimes it scampers across my eye,
Causing others to flinch before it
Flinches itself away.

It murmurs under my tongue sometimes,
Playing slow games with words and
Making unmusic in my throat.

Sometimes I try to bring it out
For other people to see.
Sometimes I think that I should take it
To the doctor to see if it is healthy.

But it's shy —
So shy —
So very, very shy.

Now it's nestled in my ear,
But I can't quite hear what
It wants to say,
To have me say.

Someday it won't be so shy.
Someday I'll show it to the world.