October 1st 2011

undetermined situations

Wondering who I’ll be tonight

as I type the three page essay.

Facebook hands out opportunity right

when you need someone by your

side

Maybe I’ll be famous, maybe

I’ll be shy

Different pictures, covers

I love it all

I can hide behind the

lighted screen, and pretend

to be who I want to be

not speaking out

unless it’s typing a sarcastic comment that took me 20 min. to think of,

with newfound doubt.

Shyness goes to a certain

extent, but friendship

sails a different ship.

We want courage to be

able to open up.

When it seems our

life is the only one

about to erupt.

Change is a famous term,

but who follows through?

Not me I say quivering

and shivering

Scared of delivering what

I want to be heard.

My throat dries up from not using

words.

Sometimes not being social

kinda hurts.