Pardon me!

I have something to say

each and every day,

but for some reason

I get scared and run away.

It's easy to demand:"Be brave!".

However,

standing up straight when everything crumbles down,

smiling when friends like strangers pass by,

or leaving when happy folks gather 'round

is not as easy as it may seem.

So pardon me if I fail to meet your expectations,

yet I'm only human-

a girl with a loose bow in her hair,

trying to find a meaning to all this nonsense

without using her imagination.

I'm awkward  and my confidence is frail.

I sometimes just give up and stare.