A Quiet Guy

A Quiet Guy                                        February 19, 2006

I've been trapped in my shell

For many a year now,

And now I'm ready to break out.

I have found that life's a crowd

With many assortments, of sorts.

I've never claimed to be gregarious,

Nor have I said I'm shy.

All I know is just one thing,

And that's that I'm really a quiet guy.

My friend took me to a party,

And what did I see that did flow?

Beer, women, flirtaciousness galore,

And indeed, I felt so insecure.

What could I say but, "Hey!

This ain't my cup of tea!"?

I just decided to hide and feel alright

Because I'm really a quiet guy.

Women stare at me, but I don't know

If they're attracted to me or not.

The men laugh and make a joke of it all

Because I'm not one with the swarm,

But I don't care, and I've got nothing to hide.

I'll lay all out on the table,

For I really don't like open parties,

For I'm really a quiet guy.

It's the end of the night,

And here are my friends,

All drunk and plastered from having fun.

They mumble a few things incomprehensibly,

And both have women in each arm.

The women make their moves

And come on to me,

Thinking there's something in my pocket,

Or so they say,

But all I say is, "No thanks,"

Because I'm really a quiet guy, indeed.