I Am Reserved

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I am reserved and a writer.

I wonder why people can't just enjoy what they've got.

I hear the sound of the crickets chirping and a sleepy cat's steady breathing.

I see an adorable orange feline curled up, comfortably sleeping.

I want to be as happy and carefree as that cozy cat.

I am reserved and a writer.

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I pretend that I'm quiet but on the inside I'm not.

I feel alone though I'm surrounded by people.

I touch the top leaves of the trees like a hungry giraffe when I'm really reaching for the cotton candy clouds.

I worry that as I advance towards the clouds that they keep floating higher.

I cry when I want to give up and those clouds are too far away.

I am reserved and a writer.

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I understand that life is tough.

I say everyone needs a friend.

I try not to be selfish and I place others before myself.

I dream of being proud of my accomplishments and feeling extremely safe.

I hope new challenges will come to face me.

I am reserved and a writer.