I blame all my shyness on my messed up mind
My mind is everywhere
My shyness is from everywhere
My shyness is from embarrassment
I get embarrassed when I'm humiliated
I'm humiliated by not knowing
Not knowing what?
What did I do wrong?
Why is this spelled wrong?
Why did I remember this wrong?
Why can't I get anything right?
Why isn't anything right?
Why am I never right?
What is right?
Nothing
Nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing but broken
Broken like a flower pot
Flowers still blooming
Blooming while surrounded by so much death
I get shy when I'm surrounded
Shy like a wasp
And not like a bumble bee
Shy like a thunderstorm
And not like the breeze
It doesn't make sense
I don't make sense
I never make sense
Absolutely nothing makes sense
With a mind like a bouncy ball
Everything becomes something worth mentioning
Walk down the street
Count the number of steps you take
Remember it
Receive a loved one's cell phone number
Read it thrice in your head
Do not remember it
Read an entire novel
Remember only the amount of times you read the word 'crazy'
Do not remember the main character's name
Remember the lack of the phrase 'not crazy'
Do not remember mother telling you you're not crazy
I'm not crazy
I'm not
Just a little screwed up
My motherboard has a slight malfunction
I could go for a little engine tune up or
Maybe even a couple of new spokes
The last time I spoke confidently I front of people
I was eight years old
I'm sixteen
I'm sixteen and I'm jealous of how wise I used to be
Wise like an eight year old
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't
Make sense
~Abby 🌹
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