Lose Out

S[hy girl. This is who I truly am. It H[as been since I was born, in a not so far away land. Y[early I've grown with it; away from it, learning to accept it; repel it. G[rowing more brave each and every day, i make that statement true, in my own way. I[nstead of my sister talking for me; I speak; not afraid, my voice is no longer weak. R[arely, do I now give up a chance, for me to meet, someone, a new person to me. L[ately though, my old habits die hard, letting me fall on glass and ice shards. S[hyness creeps back over me when i least expect it, suffocating me. L[ove isnt formed by this, but a new crush, and it is mixed with lust. O[nly then am I truly shy, wanting to go and hide Then I do not speak out far too shy for that bout. S[eeing someone who is new, a possibly cute, new sweetheart to sit day in and day out in my mind E[ven when I've never talked to them yet, i sit here and fret, what will they think of me. O[pened, my heart beats frantically and my mouth shuts down quite quietly, too quietly. U[nable to open my voicebox again, for quite some time, i sit down and scribble with a pen.waiting. T[ill I realize, that, SHY GIRLS LOSE OUT