Tied Up

Sometimes the words just don’t want to come out.
I know what to say but not the right way.
And because I don’t know it makes me shout.
I’m hoping these words will come out one day.
You ask me for help but I don’t know how
When the words are all tied up in my throat.
And when I find out I’ll tell you, I vow.
If I can’t say it I’ll write you a note.
When I don’t know things it makes me real mad.
When I’m clueless and don’t understand things
It makes me feel feebleminded and bad.
I wish I were smarter than our past kings.
Don’t call me ignorant because I’m not.
Not knowing everything makes me distraught.