Shame is the ordinary name
Given to making ‘too much’ claim
Upon the shared social game
Drowning what needs to shout
Leaving only fear’s draining doubt
In the vacuum left, fear sucks dry
The vulnerable spirit of try
Leaving effort empty of rely
Gasping for the breath of I desire
Hollow hurriedly harries will
To bury the terror of emptiness
Before it devours too many hours
Of making simultaneous decisions
Racing furiously to arrange revisions
When you’re just five years old
Hoping desperately to be what you’re told
