My Shyness

November 27th, 2011by Nel_Nicole

In my shyness…
At times I retreat to my shell,
Clinging to the security of being alone.

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 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 will feel worse for having spoken them.

In my shyness…
I will be viewed as ‘stuck up’ and unfriendly,
Labeled bu the presumption of a troubled past.

Yet despite my shyness…
I will 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 innermort insecurites.

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.

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