There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Shyness

I sit alone amid a crowd
eternal silence my faithful shroud
seldomly noticed, ever seen
I sit alone, a lonely being

I look around with profound dread
saying things that are not said
I dare not leave my silent shell
I live with praise in my own hell.

Afraid to break the ice I've made
Clinging on to my own shade
I sit alone admid a crowd
eternal silence my faithful shroud.

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