People think that I'm reserved
but actually, I'm just scared
I think that they'll hate me
if I just opened up to them
it's just a thought it's not the truth
I keep reminding that to myself
*I think the cause of this thought*
*might be the shyness within me*
I keep stuttering I keep shivering
whenever I talk whenever I walk
in front of strangers or someone I know
this happens to me where it should not
this feeling makes me sweat cold
*I think the cause of this feeling*
*might be the shyness within me*
it's just a stage you'll soon get over it
people always console me like this
but they don't see what I'm going through
it's like a wound that doesn't heal
its like a pain that's never over
but now I found a cure to this
'the cure is time and nothing else'
*Written by*: syeda umme abiha Sherazi 🌺
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem