Me.

My shyness is like a disease that won't leave me. Creeping up on me, holding my tongue when I speak. Making me feel insecure and silly. Scared of what others may think of me, I just sit in silence afraid to look at people directly or even speak. Holding back my true identity, I am misjudged to be a snob mainly due to the fact I do not speak, especially to others who do not know me. But my friends see the real me.

As I study others and listen to what they speak, I become distant to others like an old memory, in the background I lay, with this disease that is stuck to me.