Shy People Miss Out

March 3, 2019

When I was a child,

I could not see,

standing back,

only hurt me.

My mom always said

do not be shy,

Stand up tall,

my butterfly!

Sometimes it was scary

I will not lie,

Speaking out,

Do not cry!

I’ve many ideas,

they should be heard,

go be brave,

my little bird!

Mom was so right,

shy people miss out!

Stand up tall,

To the world shout!

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.