why do i shake as i go amongst others
like a leaf blown by the wind
a yacht on the waves that sways and shudders
a ship, without anchor, unpinned

others smile, at ease,
and i'm like dust in a breeze
******* in a corner where no-one can see
hide me behind a bush or a tree

i love people and want to embrace
speak to others with intellectual grace
but i'm different from others and don't seem to match
so i leave down the shutters and stay in my hatch

oh, my shell wants so much to be cracked
but the chick wants to stay put
while i need an answer to help me act
it's becoming increasingly moot

So this milquetoast will end his life
with nothing to show at all
because he never learnt to play the fife
at humanity's quirks and gall.