Sometimes, I can be the most eloquent, concise and descriptive speaker you've ever met.

I can tell a story so that you FEEL it.

I can make your imagination spring into action and create all manner of whimsical thoughts in your head with the use of a few well-placed words.

I can impress the masses with the use of my extensive poly-syllabic vocabulary.

Then, there are the times when I have such a strong feeling about something - when a subject is so important to me and close to my heart - that I turn into the village idiot.

Words escape me.

Eloquence is out the window.

I am lost.

When I've been hurt or when I feel as though I have been underestimated, taken for granted, disregarded, disrespected, disparaged, unappreciated, dimished.... I have no words.

When I should be at my most verbose - in order to defend myself and make someone understand just how much their slight has hurt me, or how important a particular point is to me - I fall short.

Clam up.

Shut down.

I'm ever so good at making people see my side of the coin when it pertains to banalities.

I'm ever so talented at defending "the little guy."

Except when the little guy is me.