I am a shrimp from behind the curtain

A veil that shrouds myself, even when I am hurting

A veil that remains, stationed as I seek

The search then begins, for those I can relate

I pounce should time be right

Bringing discussion nor debate

Standing un-shrouded, a reasonable escape

Though it be successful, I still remain a shrimp

The shyness takes form, big as a blimp

I only mutter “Hello,” standing as I shrink

The veil then falls closed, as I turn my back and walk

Only then realizing, I am still just a shrimp