I stand at the edge of conversations
listening more than I speak
words are ready
but remain unspoken.

Eyes avoid meeting others
hands search for stillness
I wear silence like a coat
too big,yet familiar.

Within me lives a world
full of whispering thoughts
they knock
but I rarely open the door.

Still,I am no stranger to feeling
I sense more deeply than I show
shyness is not a weakness
it is a form of care.

I am the owner of this quiet land
where every gesture matters
where attention breathes softly
and nothing is lost.