From Behind Your Palace Walls

I'm embarrassed of you. 

Though, I don't know how to tell you. 

Your awkward comments that take over

the grace of your tongue anytime you're nervous.

Your incessant fidgeting. The tap of your fingernails 

against the nearest solid surface. 

Even your breathing changes pace in the company

of others. It sours with every moment spent 

in the cage you call society.

You cast your insults outward in hopes

that they'll protect you. Shield you,

from anyone seeing inside of you.

Cringing at the notion that someone might

actually understand you, or even like being around you.

Failed attempts at witty banter cloak your big heart.

You won't let them see what i see when no one is around.

You'd rather be a wreck.

Which is why, I am embarrassed of you; for you.

For the you that dances wildly in the kitchen when no one is around.

The you that laughs at her own jokes and can't fall asleep unless she's 

rubbing her foot against the sheets. The you that thinks about

handstands in the shower and tells her secrets to the night. 

The you, the you who sits in silence for hours and is never bored.

Which is why I am embarrassed by you; for you. around. walls.

in the cage, you call society.