secluded

I'm not shy, I'm reserved.

I'm not shy, I'm hidden.

I am not shy, I am actually quiet, I mean quite loud in my head. It is only when it comes to getting it out of my head when it becomes a problem.

I'm not shy, I'm anxious

I am not shy I am overthinking, unaware, and hyperventilating.

shy sits on the tip of my tongue as a poor excuse for not being able to be alone in my own existence let alone in the presence of others; so I hide from myself and the world around me.

screaming thoughts distract me so well from myself suddenly. . .

I am disconnected.

I am friendly never a friend.

I am secluded, reserved, concealed, tucked away hoping I can push tomorrow into another tomorrow. Walking around with something heavy on me that leaves me feeling...secluded.

I am not shy, I have been thinking.

I am a wave rolling into itself to become bigger, the slow rising sun, a tree falling in the woods; still in motion even if no one is around to see it.

I am not secluded, I am hibernating so that I may come back each year blossoming.