Shyness is what I see
In me.
Or a silent weirdo puzzled
In a new world.
I('m) proud of me but
I'm jealous of my
Parents, they won't have
Children like me and my bros.
How could you not be
A siml(e)y face with me .(?)
But I know why.
Fear, pain of the past and
My imagination.
I think too much.
All I can say is
I'm a worrywart.
I'm a writer..
Im a cat.
I'm a unknown story.
But curiosity drives me.