Shy
They say the shy ones
Are always the spunkiest
The craziest
The most fun
But I say
We’re not
We’re terrified of interaction
Your judgement
Your hatred.
Our voices are soft
And quiet
But our minds are loud
Our thoughts tear us to shreds
Leaving us with nothing
But tears in our eyes
Disappointment in our hearts
Scars on our bodies
And smoke in our lungs.
We are nothing
With
Or without
You.
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