Why do I have to be shy?

Why do I always start to cry?

I can't even look one way.

I wish I knew what I could say.

I am so different, so very odd.

I guess I will just stick to praying to God.

I believe in spirits and ghosts.

I believe all humans are just a show.

Blood, scratches, and bruises amuses.

Knives, swords, and guns are not spurned.

Somehow in danger

my life treats them as no stranger.