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About shyness. Partially based on my own experiences, but multiplied by a few powers of ten.


Submitted:Oct 9, 2011    Reads: 24    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Wherever I go
I bring my misery.
It is on show
For everyone to see.
Surrounded by people,
But so alone.
I have not even a ripple
of courage or backbone.
They grind me into dirt,
And they don't even know it.
I've been so hurt,
I'm such a twit.
So do I just resign myself?
Shall I just end?
By the day twelfth,
It refuses to mend.
Only in my misery
Am I given solace.
Outwith the misery to me,
They raise candles to my grace.





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