That's so LÄM [Poetry]

The Man Who Had a Pet Aardvark.

Going through, day by day.

Staying up, night by night.

I blush and keep my head down

Afraid they'll know the truth.

Content with blending into the gray walls.

Ready to hide myself away.

I don't want to be seen or noticed.

What would I say?

And if they approach me?

Ask me my name?

Will I choke up?

Stutter?

Too much of a risk.

Rather just take the consequences

And wait for it to end.

Too stressful . . . far too stressful . . .

Is this what they call shy?

I don't feel like I am.

When I talk to strangers, I get a weird accent.

I say funny things

That would make others laugh.

But impressions.

What if someone I knew got the wrong one?

I would see them every day

And regret my actions forever.

Sometimes I just don't know.

I choose to stay silent, and let them get frustrated.

Silence is easiest.

Words are hardest.

Do I fear faces?

When I see people, I shrink.

When I answer the phone, I shout and laugh.

When I'm in a car

I stick my feet out the window

And sing at the top of my lungs.

Maybe I am weird.

Maybe I am normal.

I can never know.

No one else shows their true selves

So how can I know what is normal?