Scaredy Cats

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When I meet people,
People I end up falling for,
I assume they'll be perfect for me on every level.
I assume we'll dream the same dreams,
And they'll understand all the silly things I'm scared of,
Like styrofoam cups
And people who touch my shoulders,
And public restrooms,
But in the end,
The end I never see coming,
In the end
Those people I liked
Turn out to be
The things I fear most of all,
And as a result
My once-extroverted self
Has become more timid than ever,
More quiet than I've ever been.

But even though it scares me,
I'm trying to do new things,
Like leaving the house just because,
And trying new foods.
I'm trying to do one thing a day that scares me
To erase my comfort zone completely
And to try to find my happy.

And I'm trying to find a new someone,
Someone who's a little timid too,
But opens up to certain people,
Certain quirky people,
Like me,
The girl who's afraid of styrofoam cups,
Among other silly things.
I'm looking for someone
Who shares all my fears,
Like hands on our shoulders,
Or soap dispensers,
Or waiting rooms,
Or really tall people,
And losing teeth,
Or losing hair,
Or growing up,
Or dying alone,
Or never getting married,
Or orange cats,
Or chocolate flavored gum,
Or sporting events.
And we can just be scaredy cats together,
Be each others' shrinks,
And learn to face our fears
Together.
And maybe one day
I'll face all those people who scare me again too,
And maybe sheepish friend will help,
But I think
For my cowardice to shrink,
I have to face those battles alone.
And I'm not the least bit scared of that at all.

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