Smelt and pounded the ringing that sounded when anvil, my mother and hammer, my father shaped me to creature that shivers when crowded

Anxious in breathing I can't help but seething, as cowardice shuts mouth and keeps words from leaving

Happenstance would have me at distance from others for fear of embarrassment if given chance
I'd surely stutter if only I could mutter "excuse me, I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother"

But teeth sew as I know there's no excuse for my failure to...