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Not Just Shy
Contributed by
JOSEJAD
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Saturday, 10th January 2015 @ 03:02:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I wake up every day drowning
Remembering less of smiling then frowning
Tonight depression will have its crowning
As I cowardly submit to bowing
I’m not up to par with your social level of interaction
Never the one to start or continue a Conversation
As my anxiety cripples any form of communication
Solitude and insanity is always the conclusion
As I tremble in fear
My hand shakes a bit
a mortal takes my hand and says
O I use to be shy you’ll get over it
Shy
I long for shy
And Anxiety disorder
I wouldn’t even say goodbye
No panic attacks
No sleepless nights
No mental arguments
And no suicidal fights
I grow old
As I perform my short scenes
In this repetitive play
More often soliloquies
Never the protagonist
Today’s script is “good day”
This debate is put to rest
And do you know why
Because I am
Not just SHY
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JOSEJAD
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2015-01-10 15:02:44]
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Re: Not Just Shy
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by Beyfoxman5 on
Saturday, 10th January 2015 @ 04:14:32 PM AEST
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Communication-ally crippled you are not. This is a touching, relatable write.
ALL MY BEST,
FOX |
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Re: Not Just Shy
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by kmec1990 on
Saturday, 10th January 2015 @ 06:47:31 PM AEST
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Beautifully touching write, you wield a mighty pen
K |
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Re: Not Just Shy
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 10th January 2015 @ 07:37:38 PM AEST
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Sad to be putting it in a box
for a later take out
A ride in the morning fades
A ray in the afternoon dissipates
A prayer in the evening for a cure
an affliction cascading in the mirror
lingers like a nervous wreck
stubbornly refusing to
disappear
Not just Shy
Wouldn't shy be not too sad
Shy can hide away
All she likes
That old thing
That bit one can relate
But who are they
Who am I
I guess there's a thing
Maybe a thing or two
Or a jumble of things
That seem to get at you
Break you down steal
your crown
Me
I meditate
Maybe you should too
I just read this poem you wrote and it
soothed me a piece because I'm
frustrated and I feel low
My best doesn't seem to be good enough
And I don't think I can ever grow
I'm stuck in a rut you see
Like there's no place else to go
There's all these things the weigh on
me
Things I don't understand
But they're my problem
And because I don't know how to run
Away
Far off
Where I once was
Smiling
Like I used to do
I will stick to the plan
meditate put a list of carefully taken notes in a box
For later take out
One by one
Peace!
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Re: Not Just Shy
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 11th January 2015 @ 08:39:26 AM AEST
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Well done- Beautiful fright.......
I use to live like that
Now others fear me :0 |
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Re: Not Just Shy
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by CharM on
Sunday, 11th January 2015 @ 02:43:17 PM AEST
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| Very well written. I think we all have those day of anxiety. With me, no matter how much I want to express how I really feel; at a given moment, it just never comes out as I picture it in my head. Thanks to passion of writing, I can now say it in my own words...(I always tell my readers to read between the lines I write) |
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