As shy as a ghost, I hide away nervously from the confident souls
that drag my conviction down into the darkest depths of my inner being.
I lie low, shy immersed in the shadows whilst everyone else dances joyfully,
ignoring me like I am invisible, like I don't exist.
Suddenly I am noticed. A strange and uncomfortable feeling shivers up my spine;
I am asked to stand and talk at the front of the class, the room of doom.
Eyes burn into my heart, melting away my ability to speak.
My mind whispers for me to run away but my legs betray me and do not move.
I am frozen in my shyness.
by Emily Wood
Portsdown Primary School, Portsmouth
Competition - Poetry Emotions
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