shyness
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Tell me the tale of a good old node.
The one who stirs at everyone's mode
Taking a hint of what to from each imitation
What a virtue to behold.
Living in the coastHe was so "shore" you would comebut only waves camePoseidon tried to wave backbut shyness... was a setback
I saw shyness distinctly.
She was shaking, clustered in the corner.
She turned around and cloaked herself from me.
I saw her cerulean essence egress.
And heard her wimper in fear of people.
Her heart was made of music,
But she kept it quiet.
She muffled away every sound of it
Despite how for silence she was unfit.
Every day she sat beside him,
A quiet soul her own age.
Dear reserved little girl,
In a room full of kids with everything to say, you had nothing to say
I don’t talk a lot At first And I hope that that’s okay But once I know your warmth And feel safe letting words escape When I know they and I don’t annoy you Then I’ll tell you
I weigh 111.4 pounds.
I am 5’6, lanky,
And my hips are neither too wide
Nor too thin.
My hands are about
as cold and dead
as they can be
without actually being dead.
My hair is about
as long as can be
without actually being long.
My thighs are about
My hands are about
as cold and dead
as they can be
without actually being dead.
My hair is about
as long as can be
without actually being long.
My thighs are about
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
This may be hard to believe...
I think I hide it well,
But really, I am quite shy and hide within my shell.
Sure I may be loud...
In your face sometimes too,
I am an optimist disguised as a pessimist
who hoards many flaws.
And in the cracks and crevices of my heart
bleeds out a sad love song.
It keeps the rhythm of my veins
at a steady pace.
you are the quiet one with the name the substitute can't pronounce
you don't correct his butchery, you don't even raise your hand
silence coils around your neck, a tangible creature restricting your breath
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
Since I've been young, I've always been shy
Some people couldn't understand, they'd always ask, "Why?"
To others, my shyness came across as being rude
To them it appeared that I was in a sulky mood
But sadly my dear,
i cannot express my love for you.
for i am much too selfish,
to share it with the world.
Hey,
Pardon
My awful
Cacology,
I'm not too great
At speaking to you.
I hope you don't mind it.
I'm better with animals,
They don't reply with sarcasm.
A veil of quiet.
Shyness.
Should I shout?
Garner their attention?
Or rather, relish in my isolated contentment.
Alone....for only a few to see.
To know.
To love.
Hello
Umm......
I apologize if I'm a bother
I usually don't do this because I'm....
Well I get nervous
But I just wanted to tell you that you are gorgeous
People don't listen, they push you down and say you have no voice.
You hide in the shadows, wanting to speak but never knowing how.
You have an opinion, but they say it's not allowed,
A dream that is heard.
A boy in his bed.
Sheets split.
A rip is heard.
The boy falls.
The boy swears.
Nothing is heard.
The floor vibrates.
God, please quiet these conflicting voices inside my head
Is one of them yours? It's getting harder to tell.
I'm trying to filter them out.
My days and nights are blending together
Walking down the hall
I see so many faces
Faces of people I know
But never speak to
And the loud girls
They make friends so fast
But the shy ones
What chance do they have?
Not meeting your gazedoesn't mean I'm hiding somethingI'm just not comfortablegiving you temporary accessto my soul
Floating in the air
Holding her teddy bear
Is it fair?
Barely
very very smart
she is
Does she dare speak
because she is so meek
No not a freak
Quiet as she is
Because I cannot speak
Because I do not speak
I have stopped, not knowing how to let them out:
these hounds from their cages
Because to release these hounds from their cages would be deadly
Sometimes when I feel lost, alone and hurt
I write the words I cannot speak
When I force myself to shut up
And censor my true feelings
I scribe the things I dare not say
When I'm sad and no one wants to listen
I have oh-so very many words to say
They build up and swell in my noggin all day.
They churn and tumble about in my head
And pester me long after I've gone to bed.
There are short words,
And l o n g words,
Fighting to keep the past behind
Fighting to keep the ground underneath my feet
While all around the world dissolves to ashes
All around me
I can’t read you
All I know is what I feel
Ask me to explain it
And the words just disappear
