Not Just Shy Poem by Jose Duran

I wake up every day drowning
Remembering less of smiling then frowning
Tonight depression will have its crowning
As I cowardly submit to bowing

I'm not up to par with your social level of interaction
Never the one to start or continue a Conversation
As my anxiety cripples any form of communication
Solitude and insanity is always the conclusion

As I tremble in fear
My hand shakes a bit
a mortal takes my hand and says
O I use to be shy you'll get over it

Shy
I long for shy
And Anxiety disorder
I wouldn't even say goodbye

No panic attacks
No sleepless nights
No mental arguments
And no suicidal fights

I grow old
As I perform my short scenes
In this repetitive play
More often soliloquies
Never the protagonist
Today's script is "good day"

This debate is put to rest
And do you know why
Because I am
Not just SHY