I’m shy,
I know why.
I don’t want to be.
Human interactions
Frighten me.
I’m afraid
To be stung, like a bee.
To be drenched, like a flea.
I wish I knew how
To exude glee,
And feel pleasant
To simply disagree.
Actually,
I want to have no regrets
After I am being me.
I don’t want to feel a threat,
Or that I got someone upset.
To be covered up in sweat,
While I smoke a cigarette.
I want to feel warm, like tea,
Made right to the perfect degree.
I want to always be sweet,
Not salty like the sea.
Be truly open,
Because I hold the key.
I want to embrace,
Like I’m a tree.
I want to laugh
Because I feel free.
At times I feel
I’m shy only when it comes to
Being happy,
I don’t want anyone to feel crappy.
I don’t want to seem like I gloat,
I hide my fortune under a coat.
This poem is getting way too long,
Maybe I can put it into a song.
Sometimes I invent the need for empathy
Where it doesn’t belong,
At the expense of being me
And that is just wrong.
If I am really strong, then
I want to lead people along
With me,
For us all to be free.
I can’t be shy
If I want to fly.
A bird is completely exposed
In the sky.
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