It has always been
a mystery to me
how it could seem
that I'm so shy
when I'm talking
to somebody in particular.
But then
when I'm alone
it is when
it's so easy to express
what I feel
in black and white.
And though I know
that you didn't mean
to hurt me as much
as you did,
it's what you have,
so now I have to face
my pain on my own,
as always.
And you will never know
what you've done to me
as I'm to shy to speak,
but not to shy to write.
So at least if I can not say
with sound, I will reply
and tell you
how wrong you are:
I am not boring,
I am just shy.
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