Shy
It's amazing how shy I am. People tell me I should be more confident when it comes to guys. Not in this century. Things have gotten slightly better with age. I am able to carry on a full conversation. I don't use liquid courage to tell a man how I feel only to be bitten in the ass again. I don't bring my puppets on dates. But it is hard as a brick of cement for me. Here is a poem about it.
SHY When I see youI want to disappearAs Mindfreak doesBreaking out of the chained boxMy chained boxCalled woman
Let me show off my mindWhat a turn offLet me show off my loveOf history and literatureThat would be another turn offWith a side of rejection
Let me show off my hot bodyLike that beef cookieTalking your ear offHanging out of her shirtWhen we all knowA bunch of guys railroaded Miss Thing
So what she wore some man’s ring?I put her down in my mind because it feels betterAs she wears a tacky sweaterWhen really my big bitch Is that she is brave enough to Talk to you without tripping over her words
It’s more fun to slut shameWhen she only has a face and bodyAnd no name to go with my insultsAnd she is a scapegoat to my insecurityFrailty thy name is woman, Hamlet was wrong
Legally the name is CattyLegally the name is InsecureLegally Insane actuallyStamp thatSeal itI’ll be crying inside if you need me.
How absurd the things girls doTo make a man want usAnd how we run to youWhen I just can’tWith my feet of ledThat just wont move
I want to run into thin airDisappear and go for a swimIn the polluted East RiverI don’t want to drownJust swim into the AtlanticWhen the sharks eat me
I wont have to face youWhen you reject meI wont have to replace youAnd come up with a story about howI put my foot in my ever blessed mouthOnce again like I do every Friday
Of course I could be wrongMisreading the signalsIn my hormonal rushAnd your are my crush, crushingMy dreams, self worth, and self esteemIn my crazy head.
You already screwed this upCheated with the beef cookieDumped me like a load ofWet laundry and then burned my heartMaking me want to jump into the waterNever to be heard from again.
I already dumped you in my mindAm prancing fancy in a red convertibleWhere I am driving by as a successfulWoman who cannot be touched by the Sexuality and sensuality you possessAs I hide under my summer dress.
I don’t want to dieEven though this word objectifies meAnd puts me in a boxI kind of like myselfAnd the words I writeMy napalm and elixir against the world
I don’t want to dieI am bright and have a lot to sayEven if the men of the world take my voiceAway with one wink of an eyeIt’s not just being a basketcase
Welcome to the world of being shy.
SHY When I see youI want to disappearAs Mindfreak doesBreaking out of the chained boxMy chained boxCalled woman
Let me show off my mindWhat a turn offLet me show off my loveOf history and literatureThat would be another turn offWith a side of rejection
Let me show off my hot bodyLike that beef cookieTalking your ear offHanging out of her shirtWhen we all knowA bunch of guys railroaded Miss Thing
So what she wore some man’s ring?I put her down in my mind because it feels betterAs she wears a tacky sweaterWhen really my big bitch Is that she is brave enough to Talk to you without tripping over her words
It’s more fun to slut shameWhen she only has a face and bodyAnd no name to go with my insultsAnd she is a scapegoat to my insecurityFrailty thy name is woman, Hamlet was wrong
Legally the name is CattyLegally the name is InsecureLegally Insane actuallyStamp thatSeal itI’ll be crying inside if you need me.
How absurd the things girls doTo make a man want usAnd how we run to youWhen I just can’tWith my feet of ledThat just wont move
I want to run into thin airDisappear and go for a swimIn the polluted East RiverI don’t want to drownJust swim into the AtlanticWhen the sharks eat me
I wont have to face youWhen you reject meI wont have to replace youAnd come up with a story about howI put my foot in my ever blessed mouthOnce again like I do every Friday
Of course I could be wrongMisreading the signalsIn my hormonal rushAnd your are my crush, crushingMy dreams, self worth, and self esteemIn my crazy head.
You already screwed this upCheated with the beef cookieDumped me like a load ofWet laundry and then burned my heartMaking me want to jump into the waterNever to be heard from again.
I already dumped you in my mindAm prancing fancy in a red convertibleWhere I am driving by as a successfulWoman who cannot be touched by the Sexuality and sensuality you possessAs I hide under my summer dress.
I don’t want to dieEven though this word objectifies meAnd puts me in a boxI kind of like myselfAnd the words I writeMy napalm and elixir against the world
I don’t want to dieI am bright and have a lot to sayEven if the men of the world take my voiceAway with one wink of an eyeIt’s not just being a basketcase
Welcome to the world of being shy.
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