Shyness is covered up in various ways
You wouldn’t know most women even were
The way they talk, the smile upon their face
Their carefully groomed image hides despair
And men, too, though supposedly stronger
Escape the trauma through activity
That they love more than people, more than her
Indoors, she who must be obeyed, wifey
Why feed the shy with opportunity
When they can’t take it up, when their eyes glaze
Over when chances come, becoming rare?
Instead they’ll settle for a cup of tea
And a head full of dreams in which the praise
Is theirs without the struggle, the nightmare
Wed 9 Apr 2008
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