You want to talk,

You really do;

You have a conversation with them

In your mind,

To get the hang of it,

But by the time

You feel confident,

They have gone

To catch their train.

All of them do just that –

They converse effortlessly,

And then leave;

While you find yourself

Tongue tied, yet again.

How do you explain,

Without sounding vain,

That you just cannot?

That you wonder,

If they will see

Right through you,

If they will smell the shame

Seeping through,

If they will sense,

That the quasi confidence,

Is a wall so broken,

That it might never have been;

But it did exist,

Before they tore it down,

And left you to drown,

Inch by inch,

In this quagmire.

And yet you never tire

(Or if you do

You haven’t shown)

Of showing up,

And trying to

Live this life,

That was forced on you.

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