Portmanteau

"I speak,

You listen."

Here's the thing 

I can,when it is not of me

But I retract ,when the LED bulbs scream "ABOUT ME"

Expectant eyes cut through me

As I search for a trace of ego

To muster something that feeds it

Tick 

.

Tick 

.

Tick

.

As Silence awaits me

I reach for the switch

To vanish from the spotlight

As I crawl back to the seat

And undo the light

For my ears are ready,

For you to speak.