Surrounded by the world

seems like a big pit surrounded by others

unaccepting, unwelcoming others

well so i thought at a young age 

and so the shy girl was born 

with rage 

all she had was her grandmother

the grandmother that taught her not to be shy 

the permanant death of her was final 

no words, no goodbye from me 

that was final 

how could I live? 

when i was the opposite of shy from her

I was not shy, I was afraid 

not shy,

afraid of the world 

afraid of the people 

and than I thought why be afraid 

you are you, and the people are the people

Surround  by the world that I make for myself

I was not shy, I used to be afraid