Some, guilting myself, use reverse-psychology To aim for a timely desire Through patient methods…
The “I-don’t-want-to-be-a-bother” thought Chains me down to be present in a social crowd, And put on the cute quiet-boy card. How is that any more sociable than being social? I don’t know…even I don’t understand my ways.
I’ve also put on self-depriving airs To deviously slurp compassion from people When I wanted to hear that people care for me, Even though, obviously, just being present Should be caring enough.
Let this be a caveat lest others Fall for the shy stunts.
Using poetry as a medium for confession I think helps me learn more about and from myself.