Fearing Others
Author: Maranda Berkley


Little girl what's wrong with you?
Don't you like being with your family?
What's the matter, why aren't you talking?
You always act so uncaring

Little girl come sit with us
Spend some time with your uncle's and aunt's
We'll tell you stories you don't care about
Don't ask to bring your coloring book, because you can't

Little girl don't act so moody
We know you don't really want to be here
Your sister told us all about you
How you mock us, laugh, and sneer

Little girl try to act more like Heather
You know we all like her the best
Be more talkative, smile a little
At least pretend like you are full of zest

Little girl why are you so odd
You're so quiet
Your style is strange
You might like being normal like your sister if you try it

Little girl can't you pretend
Put on an act like everything is alright
Rather than acting true, acting real
If you and your friend had a fight

Little girl why don't you be fake
Try being something you're not
Because then we'll all like you if you do what we say
And forget everything you've ever been taught

Little girl your mommy told us you feel like we hate you
Now why would you think a thing like that?
We like you, we even love you
And we would if you were tall, short, skinny or fat

Little girl the truth is we do like you
We just don't like the way you are
You're just kind of out there
Like as distance as a star

Little girl you don't talk enough
You don't laugh
You don't smile
You don't hug us
You don't kiss us
Say i love you
Or even hi
You don't ask us questions
How our days went
It makes us think you don't care at all
And you never say goodbye

Little girl tell us just once how you truly feel
Instead of hiding away
Being antisocial
Going outside, alone, to play

To all my aunt's and uncles
To my grandmother's, cousin's and friends
Just because I don't talk much
Doesn't mean I don't care

I am a little girl whose shy and scared
One who is afraid of pain
I'd rather hide in the shadows
Than be on the walk of fame

You tell me to talk
It's makes me quieter
You tell me to laugh it makes me frown
You tell me to say I love you
It makes me silent
All this commanding brings me further down

You have to understand I am trying
This isn't something I can change overnight
But if you give me the time to correct it
I can try to make things right

I'm sorry I haven't always said what I should
I'm sorry I never acted right
I'm sorry I was too weird
I am such a sorry sight

I hit rock bottom
When you tell me what I should do
I have no one to turn to but my mother
The ones that understand are few

Please accept me for who I am
It's the only way our relationships will get better
I will finally be able to control what's going on inside of me
And this entire situation will be settled

Give this little girl the time to talk
The time to be able to heal
I can't make any promises
But maybe someday I'll open up and tell you how I feel

Be patient kind and understanding
Don't be quick to speak your mind
With time and help I will recover from my social anxiety
And a new loving grown woman is what you'll find


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