On being shy....

Lonely hearts,
aching to be touched.
Afraid to be touched.
Shackled by timidity.
Cursed with dreams,
yet born to dream.
Imprisoned by walls
of emptiness.
We look out on others
who never look back.
We hear their laughter,
we long to laugh.
But the joke is on us.
If they ignore us it is
because we ignore ourselves.
With triumph within our grasp
we reach halfway.
Afraid to lose,
more afraid to win.
Chameleons, standing in corners.
Standing in shadows.
Always waiting for special
moments that never come.
Always hopeful.
Always hopeless.
With life abustle all around us
we are crowded in by loneliness.
Like vampires we look in mirrors
and see nothing because we see
nothing in ourselves.