Title: Shy
by Frances from Wales | in writing, poetry
At home the beautiful bird does fly
With her family she is amazing still
She laughs, makes jokes and is fun to be with
She is the same at school'
On the inside.
No one notices or sees her.
Her real self.
Yes she laughs at jokes and smiles
But she does not speak
When she wants to
She doesn't know how to.
She feels ungraceful,
Jumpy and full of apprehension.
She is excited and jabs her finger at innocent bystanders,
And shouts an absurd opinion,
Which is not her opinion,
But one which she wants the bystander to hear,
Or try to understand,
Or love her for.
She craves to be herself,
She doesn't know how to.
In class she does not speak.
People consider her rude and snobbish.
When that is not her
Not at all.
It's is a curse.
That she knows exists but cannot avoid.
But she tries to break it,
Desperately.
But fear can be hard to kill.
When she loves someone she ignores them,
To be attractive,
Which is a strange tactic
But in her self, her true self,
There is nothing but romance.
Can you not see it?
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