The Shy One

This is me right to a tee.

It's hard being shy

I assure you it's not a lie

At times I hate everything about me

Nobody will ever let me just be

People drown me in sorrows of their own

People make all their selfish needs clear and known

I can’t say much because my voice is small and I am shy

I’m too scared to speak my mind because I’ll probably cry

People always expect me to be there

And it’s not like I don’t care

But in my time of despair

No one being there for me just really isn’t fair

So selfish I want to be

Because I want someone who is caring and will respect me

But I guess I’ll continue to be lonely and jaded

Because caring and respect are qualities that long ago faded.

We hate to ask the time so instead we find a clock,
We hate to push and shove so we find another place to walk.
We don't visit people's houses if it means we have to knock,
And picking up the phone to make a call results in nervous shock.

We are known for only saying our hello's and goodbye's,
We feel bad because we can't look you straight in the eyes.
We know deep down that we're a good bunch of guys,
But each one of us is lonely and each surely cries.

We know that on the surface nothing is as it seems,
We know that our silence is really hidden screams.
We try to talk and thereby raise our self esteem,
However the act of talking is like a balancing beam.

We sometimes feel threatened as if we're social prey,
We keep our heads down and obediently obey.
We view life as an ongoing and collective survey,
Which is why shy people have the most to say.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, what do you think of the dialogue, etc. And very first poem