What Really Matters
Sailing the ship of my life under shyness' flag,
I've never been the one who'd go around and brag.
There are people that are visibly happy when they're told they're good, but me -
When they say even just a word that views me as great, I want to flee.
You may think that I don't like to be praised.
Believe me, that's not true. In fact, at those moments, my mood is always raised.
But something just tells me I don't deserve these words,
And I want to run away from the people that say them, from all of their hordes.
They say I've got to grow out of it, that this trait is bad,
That I should value myself more. Oh, I'd be glad!
But that is the way that I was born, and so,
It's really hard to just fight myself and let it go.
Maybe someday, I'll become just like others.
Or maybe I won't. But do you want to know what really matters?
Even if it looks like my happiness during praise is none,
It really helps me when you keep encouraging me on.
Copyright © Tom Burns | Year Posted 2016
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