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Who Am I?


I am quiet

I am shy

That’s what they think

In passing by

 

But why oh why?

My silence lies

It shows me tranquil

As the night sky

 

They think I’m quiet

Think I’m shy

Think I’m just

What meets the eye

 

How do they know

What lies inside?

Could lurking shadows

And monsters hide?

 

Of course not!

With a laugh and sigh

She’s too quiet

She’s too shy

 

What about

The days I’d die

For a chance

To get outside

 

To change

My introverted stripes

To extravert

And change my life?

 

But that’s rubbish

She’s so shy

She’s so quiet

She’d rather die

 

Well here’s the end

It should be tied

In a neat bow

To satisfy

 

But those things don’t

Just happen in life

At least I tried

I’m sorry, goodbye.

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dee91598
<p>deep!!!!!!!!</p>

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