It is quite mum
I must admit
I realize it's dumb
You can call me a twit
I do not know why
My words disappear
I have been called shy
For many a year
I have tried my hardest
To smile and chatter
Give it my best
To be surrounded with laughter
But crowds make me nervous
All the unfamiliar and new
I feel like I'm cursed
I just don't know what to do
My words don't come easy
My mouth seems to stay shut
I start to feel queasy
And people think I'm a nut
I start to speak
And everything seems fine
Until I turn meek
There's such a thin line
I drop my head down
And stare at the floor
So my hair hides the frown
That I wish to ignore
It's my own stupid flaw
Deep down in my core
That makes me withdraw
From all I adore