In my shyness . . .
At times I retreat to my "shell,"
Clinging to the security of being alone.In my shyness . . .
I may attempt to merge with my surroundings--
To be ignored, unnoticed, a silent voice rarely heard.In my shyness . . .
I can feel completely alone,
Although surrounded by people.In my shyness . . .
I'm perceived as having a padlocked soul--
And few try to gain entry into my realm.In my shyness . . .
Few will dare venture to really know me--
To hear my quiet voice or to really try to understand.In my shyness . . .
I can have a myriad of words to say,
Yet, my sealed lips will not release them.In my shyness . . .
The words I do speak will at times be jumbled,
And I'll feel worse for having spoken them.In my shyness . . .
I will be viewed as "stuck up" and unfriendly,
Labeled by the presumption of a troubled past.Yet, despite my shyness . . .
I will at times emerge from my "shell,"
And you may catch a glimpse of who I am.And despite my shyness . . .
I may put on a good "front,"
Disguising my innermost insecurities.Despite my shyness . . .
A select few will manage to penetrate these "walls,"
With the sharing of time and the evolving of trust.My shyness . . .
Frequently unrecognized, seldom understood--
A shackle, a haven, a veil.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
anyone who isn't like the scum around muy house....lol