Here It Goes

I bite my lip to keep from offering my input.  The temptation is so strong that I almost cannot hold back.  Sweat glistens on my forehead and I tap my fingers impatiently on my desk.  'That's it.  Just do it.' I tell myself.  I start to raise my hand, but as I open my mouth to speak, I'm cut off by another.  They suggest a brilliant plan and everyone ooh's and aah's.  I sigh.  I pick at my cuticles.  I was too late.  Again.