Analysis of Silence isn't Golden (a Selective Mutism poem)

I hate being this way
I am so quiet that I just never have a say
I hate having a voice but being unable to use it
I also feel bad because there's those out there whom actually lose it
I don't like the way that people think I'm too stuck up to speak
All of these things make my life feel so bleak
I have a voice, but it's one I struggle to get out
I suffer with these issues without a doubt
I wish I could speak like normal people do
If only the people who look at me strangely had a clue
But one day I will get over this, I will
Then maybe life will give me some sort of thrill