Shy Girl
Sitting in the middle of a room filled with chatter
Even if I had an acquaintance here, it wouldn’t matter
No one is truly a friend
Once I begin to open up the relationship, abruptly ends
It’s fine
I’d rather not waste my time
With people who don’t understand me
So, I’ll just keep siting in silence
And people will keep mistaking it for shyness
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