August 27, 2008
I’m underneath a blanket so that I don’t stand out.
I really like to whisper, but other people shout.
I have a lot of things to say but I really don’t know how;
How to start or how to end or how to make it wow.
I look at them but they don’t seem to be at all like me.
Walking and strutting and talking ever so confidently.
One day I’ll get up, get out, and begin to stray
Take a step, take a chance, maybe I will someday.

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