Poem – Shy

I’m Shy.

Is that ok?

I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes.

But I don’t.

Should I be ashamed?

I get nervous when around strangers.

Find I become a stranger in myself.

I feel paranoid of the dangers,

That lurk just behind the shelf.

I’m angry for being this way.

Why can’t I just change?

Why do others seem so confident?

While I remain so restrained?

But really, where is the fault in being shy?

Shyness is not weakness,

Anyone that says this, says a lie.

This fact’s undefeated.

To be shy is to be cautious of the world around you,

Not to stick your head in an oven because the guy ahead did it before you.

Shyness should be accepted as part of my nature.

And not as a burden or ill-fitting feature.

We are all so different.

And this is a great thing.

I shouldn’t want to be you

And you shouldn’t want to be me.

Be the person you want to be,

Whether that’s shy, loud or somewhere inbetween.