I am creative and ambitious.
I wonder if anyone notices, if anyone cares.
I hear them socializing.
I want to join, but hold back.
I pretend to be angry and shut off from the world.
I feel that it is better to be alone than to be rejected.
I touch your shoulder, asking advice.
I worry that you’ll just turn away.
I cry because I can’t bring myself to show you the real me.
I understand that I need to make the first move.
I say...no, wait. I don’t speak.
I dream of the day when I break free of my shell.
I hope that maybe then you’ll see me.
I am more than what I appear to be.