Is something I wish I was,

Something that I am not

The one thing that I try to achieve

And try to get others to see

The trait belongs to my Momma and sister,

But has fallen recessive in me

I wish I weren't too shy to speak

Or too timid to sing a song,

Flow in a dance, or hum a tune

As the melody dwindles along

Much easier would it be to voice my opinion

If it weren't for all my fears,

Of other's consent and thoughts and reactions

That might drive me into tears

I wish to meet others, and to get a job,

To drive, to speak, and to live

Someday, I'll pluck up the courage, though

I'll wait and until then,

I'll marinate in all my thoughts

And everything I've got,

And stick with my paper and pen.