IN MY SHYNESS
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.
Jason Yarkie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-shyness/
