Shyness can sometimes be a problem for me The problem being, Other people mistaken my shyness For smug confidence. I have been this way all my life, Even being in the "moment" I somehow, do not recognize this. I know those around me are willing to help But I just can't seem to come forward With all my uncertainty Perhaps this is why I always wonder Why? instead of How. I stifle my emotions... Afraid to go it alone. It is taking a long time Patience is coming to an end. But I am learning that conversation Is the way to the heart; meaningful conversation Perhaps lightly touching on my emotions Rather than go overboard on overstatements And keeping it simple... My happy side calls out to be courageous And to move with confidence toward my goals I need this, so my spirit can be most present But the tension hums like electricity With a nervous restlessness urging movement Like a crazy scavenger hunt Trying endlessly to find the clues.