My strength is my weakness,
My blessing is my curse;
A lone barrier in the way for happiness,
A self-defining problem that is the core of my sadness.
With a distance between us, I most times impress
Those I talk with, with my oddness.
But when I must face her, and her face address,
When I must talk to that beautiful lass,
There comes into sight that accursed madness -
There I falter, snatching defeat from the jaws of success.
Left behind, yearning for a soft caress, joyless,
Stumbling behind, blinded by a wetness,
Crying in rage, then breaking again in the vastness
Of my sadness.
All of that, because of my shyness.



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