Inner Silence

Coward

You coward

You're too scared to speak

Too pitiful to move forward

So very weak

Aye, I know its true

I'm a coward through and through

I cannot bring myself to apologize to you

Face to face

I know that I'm a coward at heart

Yes, I've known it from the start

Even though I may act brave

There is no other way to stave

Off that I am weak

Anyother could speak to you

They speak, well and through

But I am not them

I would say it to your face

I'm sorry

Please forgive me

But I'm a coward none the less

And the words stick on my tongue

Like honey in the blazing sun

While I cannot say the words

I can write them down

And if you still read them with a frown

Just know that I am sorry

A/N: Bad social skills, they make your life a living nightmare. The title of this poem is misleading based on the previous poem I posted. Derp. Long story short, my bad/non-existent social skills are screwing up my life, but I'm going to someone to help with that. So yeah. Thanks to ALL of my friends for not forsaking me because I'm a terrible human being.

I love you guys.