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I will speak my mind with the courage I can't find my words and needs left behind do my best to keep you blind leave you thinking I'm kind but really I can't speak my mind
Sitting in the middle of a room filled with chatter Even if I had an acquaintance here, it wouldn’t matter No one is truly a friend
do you see me? when I rush out of the room do you think 'who is she?' but my presence doesn't loom do you see me alone at the table? the way I keep to myself do I seem readable?
I don’t want to be quiet anymore, (that really bothers me.) I want to fill the silences and make people smile. I don’t want to be lost anymore.
I wish I knew where I was going, jumping on trampolines and through the gardens of my thoughts.
I'm introvert, I'm reserved and maybe shy The same society that thinks a happy, playful child will turn wayward Interprets too quiet as dumb, so I'm dumb! But I have the most amazing things to say,
There's a boy I know That mostly sticks to his own, He doesnt speak much But hald assed insults, He closes his eyes More often than all of the time, Shy boy Quiet boy Tired boy.
I pity the souls who fail to see The wonder and beauty a story can be Whether it be the delicate blots of black on crisp page Or the utterings of grand tales around stone set ablaze
And in the silence i thought of you of the words that never left your lips the touch that never found my body the air that never felt our dance the wind that never heard our song
I met this girl who did not like talking. I felt so bad I wanted to start crying. I tryed talking to her to get a understanding. That's when we started chatting. Turns out we both liked anime.
I look at you but my mask won’t let me speak I open my mouth But the sound of silence steals my words I go your way But the brave beast scares me away I smile And think thought is realized
I am a deviant, an enemy of normality An ally of abnormality At war, everyday fighting against social norms My ernest desire is to be on the other side Fighting for normality but I have never qualified
The thoughts that hide within the back of the mind The words we think but not say Of the people not heard when they speak
Your hair flows within the cold winter breeze and the scent of it causees me glee. I feel strange as a girl to enjoy hair of this earl. Its curls have enticed me to approach thee. I hope you are okay with me.
No one is like me This is a blessing and a curse No one is as detail oriented as I am No one thinks like me
God why can’t I talk fluently to others? My words become indistinct, just fragments In my head their fervour cause a shutter An impact captivating like a comet
When she sees him her heart flies. Yet she tries to hide her feelings with lies. Deep inside, She hopes they will die, He looks at her with wonder. She seems different from the others.
I don't know why, but my heart flutters when I see him. That smile that seems so bright, That laugh that warms the air, Those eyes that gleam with hope. I want to kiss that smile,
HI I’M TYPICALLY PRETTY SHY AND THAT MAKES ME A CARPET THAT YOU HAVE TRODDEN ON EVERY DAY SINCE I MET YOU
That's not how it works,Being a wallflower.There aren't perks.The reality is, to make friends,you have to talk first.
what exactly must i do to attract the gaze God gave to you? and what exactly must you hear to suddenly know you want me near? i know it's nothing i can say to change my image in your brain,
It wasn't really the words Rather, the art
When I was a young girl Is when I first noticed My bashfulness got in the way I had so many thoughts that swirled in kalediscopes and So many dreams that were swinging high above the trees
I'm Introverted Always shy and scared to speak My horn makes me bold
I think whats going on in my lifeWhy are these things happening?Maybe I'm too shyWell I'm not really that prettyI'm uncomfortable with myself
Orlando like a moth to a flame my tongue rolls his name Orlando They can see my soul hazel, with specks of gold Orlando Caramel melted on his skin yearn to hold him Orlando
When I'm alone, I frown. When I'm around you, I smile. When I'm alone, I cry. When I'm around you, I laugh. When I'm alone, I want to die. When I'm around you, life is worth living.
Tucked away, hidden. Secluded in the darkness. Wearing the silence like the skin that covers my body. Hardened like an icy glacier. I was the night. I was broken.
He was awkward and clumsy And rather shy But there was beauty in his honesty when he was stuttering And there was sweetness in his inherent need To ask permission for everything he did It was a little sad
I am the one who lurks in the corner at the school dances. I am the one who struggles to keep my voice steady when presenting in class.
Little bird, Why do you sit and write those words? You never speak You never sing You're voice is so pretty but you're never heard So speak, Little bird What are you afraid of?
I'm a creeper. I listen intently but never join in. I sit in the back so I don't miss anything. I'm invisible. I have a name but don't want you to know it.
Silence is the enemy, Never too far away. Other fears have begun to flee, Yet it seems to linger and stay. Why must quiet fill the room Every time I go to speak?
Help me I'm Drowning In a Sea of Misunderstanding and Shame. No Boat on the Horizon. No Comraderie to Protect me. Isolations was not Lonely -- Was not Frightening until --
I may seem shy to you I may not talk when you see me, but when you turn your back I can't shut up. I talk and talk and talk to animals, friends, and family. Do you know the real me,
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom When I am excited Because I am just me I sing out loud While my headphones are on Because I am just me I listen to myself talk
I am labeled with words, Shy, reserved, quiet, And I am judged, For not going out more, Not having a plethora of friends. I don’t think before I speak, But I say what I mean,
Without the Filters,
My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound? Is a soft noise
Afraid to meet their eyes Afraid to look away Afraid to speak my mind Afraid of letting silence stay Afraid my true colors will show Afraid they'll never see This is just a glimpse inside
Silence both at peace and war. Wanted and resented, silence consumes the world and all who call it home. For years, all throughout the start of my life, just as most children, I thought silence to be, a stranger of my actions.
Although it seems as if she screams and shouts
I talk but no one hears me I listen but am not listened to I am hiding in plain sight
This fear I feel is formed from my imagination. Constantly contemplating where my life will be stationed.
People have asked me Why do I act so? What's with the cat ears? Why always so positive? Maybe I'm just weird Or just that naive I got my ass kicked thrice So many family issues
My mom likes to think I'm just like her That I love crowds of people and constant noise That I love calling all attention to myself And that I like conflict My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
With everywhere she's goes
The pale ghost stares at the filthy mirror. He sees not himself; with that happy scowl and playful temperment. The pale ghost makes the suface clearer. He sees not himself, but his own warm disembodiment.
Stress, sadness, fear,wory. I have a mask to cover that up. Boredom, anger, doubt, loneliness, confusion, regret. I can hide it. There truly is no know emotion
Why can't anyone see the me that is truly me? All they see is a mask That does the un me task the one that shows no fear the one who is not really here I wish to show you the me that is really me
They made me wear a mask when I was younger. Days went by and a new stitch was added to the mask. It was starting to fit my face perfectly. "Do this," they said. "Do that," they demanded.
I am the intro-extrovert,
Who am I? I am strong I am wise I am smart I am brave I am a leader I am independent. But behind all these qualities... I am shy I don't speak up for myself
Hello? I’m talking to you, over there In the corner
Our eyes met over and over and over again. Ocassionally our glances interrupted by a body or two blocking our sight. We were exchanging shy smiles out of politeness.
You sit there quiet as can be You scroll through your phone or maybe searching for a tweet But when you look up and I look into your eyes I see no fun But your smile radiates more than the sun
Just a shadow in the hall. Everyone sees the shadow when they need help, But she disappears after. Just a resource, not a friend. The shadow has spunk and humor within her broken puzzle,
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
nervous and edgy you look at her
oh father what has happenedto you? what on earth stole from you your guitar? and told you to stop singing to your baby girl? oh father theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
I have known this space for awhile now But like some old jeans i grow tired of it The thing that i thought protected me Stops me from reaching my potential The space that i enjoyed
On the sidelines
I am lost. I am lost in the Spaces between words Rather than words themselves My voice too meek for anyone to hear Or understand. I am lost underneath The people that engulf me
Hey man, don't you see me crying out for help I'm feeling something that I feel no has ever felt. Hey man, I'm right here I am sitting in your class But it's not like you have time or will ever think to ask
I'm not the shy one. I'm not silent. and I only sat at the back of the class that day because I was late. and I didn't speak because you never asked me, because you thought it was kind
Not meeting your gazedoesn't mean I'm hiding somethingI'm just not comfortablegiving you temporary accessto my soul
“I’m not shy, I’m just quiet.” My friend says without lie But I can’t help thinking to myself “I’m not quiet, I’m just shy” It isn’t that I don’t want to talk Or that I don’t like anyone
I stand here Never seen Never heard Never to speak Not one single word No one takes notice Or stops to stare For if I don't speak I'm not really there
Hand over brow, sweeping horizon over and over to find something new. Head over heals, falling in circles, don't even realize you don't have to look. You do have to lose.
When I was small, my father said that poems need to rhyme.I trusted him - why should I not? My brain was as a sponge.But now that I am old enough, I'm sure to take the plunge -
What’s the point of exhaling, When no one wants you to inhale We are all a bunch of hypocrites, you know? We say we love, but We stab each other in the back We say we heal, but
I write because I am human. I am the quiet one. I cannot get the words out when I speak. But when I sit down and place the pen on paper, they come out as if the dam has broken.
I'm a listenerI sit back, I watch the showPerformed by those around meAnd I don't mind I prefer it this wayI laugh at jokes, nod in agreementTo the conversations others haveI don't feel left out
They are the only two who don’t know. I am the only one who knows their hearts’ desire. Two shy hands with sparks in their eyes and secret hopes.
As a young child I held in a lot of anger, Negativity, rage, unlocked power. Such an opinionated mind never exposed, Due to my shy need to keep my mouth closed. “The words never come out right!”
Talking to people is commencing culture shock, A metal rod am I, resisting the thunder shock, My heart has a gate that says “stop”, Isn’t it a door with 4 sad locks: The 1st says, the future failure of heart breaks,
A girl with a silent struggle Words caught in her throat Carefully blended in Edges too blurred Easily missed. Someone with a name But a name of no distinction. “What’s in a name?
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid. You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious," That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
Your warmth is like the sun: it radiates, everyone around feels you beaming You suspend yourself in the sky, far away from me, and everyone else I’m out there, too, like the moon I’m hidden by your light
She walks into the classroom, and sits in her chair.
Everyday the same routine Time passes Is this really the life I dreamed I wanna be Spontanious Active Free There eyes Judging Turn around Don't look at me My personality
I do not speak for a number of reasons In a number of places that all sound the same I wrap up my ears no matter the season And hope that the noises die as quickly as they came
You spent your early days in silence. watching from the sidelines but never really participating. they threw those cruel words at you through whispers behind your back. with your small ears you caught them
My name is subject to change; I stray among the others, freezing in their shadows. This beating; the beating of my heart. Pulsating with courage. These trembling hands, they'll be the hands of a hero.
People don't realize that in my eyes I see the truth that they try to hide. I know their lies that they try to vocalize. Their shifty mind not placing me in the background, Looking around, Noticing their breakdown.