My heart goes thumpity when I speak
My mind draw a complete blank
You know why
I can not seek
My mouth taste dry
My heart beasts faster
As this voice tell me
Think no more disasters
Soon you will be free
Compose Yourself
It isn’t so hard
Just be yourself
An inch a yard
You’ve been there before
Breakout of your shell
Just practice…You will score
Confidence, you’ll do well
Poem # 8 Written 29 April 1990
This idea was some of what I go through with shyness.
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