I sit and stand and live
In a world of my own silence.
I speak only when I need
Or to answer a question posed.
I do not litter the air
With purely idle noise.
But I see other doing it daily
And I hear their many voices incessantly.
Yet they are having the fun
And they are meeting new people.
And lovers
So I try to emulate.
I hang out in their crowds
And listen to what they say.
But when it comes to my chance
I say nothing.
I don't know what to say
So they go on without me.
They still allow me to stay
For I am no threat to them.
However I am not having fun
Or meeting new people.
Or lovers
Because I am only good to others for my body heat.
An assuming position
Is presumed in my condition.
A condition of shyness
Where I live in silence in my own world.
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