What is this social phobia
Taking over me?
Why can't I be the person
I always inspired to be?
Every time I try to speak,
It's like my mouth's cover with tape.
I can't make a notion;
It's like my thought's been raped.
I want so bad to know them.
I want them to get to know me.
But I can't seem to pull myself toghter
Is this is how it's always going to be?
No, I must break free,
Break free out of my shell.
I must get to know the world
Or my life is going to be hell.
So now, I'm venturing further
To the great unknown of the world.
I don't want the title of my life story to be:
"The Story Of a Shy Girl"
-RazzberryWerewolfPoet- Community Member 
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