The Shyness Inside

I sit, hoping to not be noticed.

Planning any conversation I may have

With someone I do not know.

Being around new people makes me timid

Public speaking makes me shaky

New adventures make me nervous

Unknown things make me anxious

While in my mind I’m quietly

                                                      wishing                    

                                                                       dreaming

                                                                                   hoping

                    yearning

                                          wanting

To become more confident in me

To rid me of this shyness,

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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