Meek Girl

Low self-esteem, high awkwardness.
It’s never too long ’til I make a mess.

A new friend to make, the first step to take…
Just thinking about it makes my stomach ache.

No stranger to tears, a victim of fears.
These parallel walls draw ever so near.

“Why can’t they hear me? Why can’t they see?
Oh, the friend I hope they find in me!”

They scream and they curse and they yell and they swear.
I’m stuck here helpless, gasping for air.

Unable to stick up, unable to defend.
Oh, who would want me for a friend?

I’m better off alone, excluded from society.
I’ll try and ignore this miserable anxiety.

And so I’ll progress, and so I’ll proceed.
I’ll dribble along this path I can’t see.

I’ve had it, I’m tired! I’m down in the mire!
Go on and end this, just cut the wire!

I want you to end this, to snuff out this fire!
How much longer must I perpetually perspire?!

Why must I press on? Why should I persist?
Only to be continually dismissed?

What hope do I have? What reason to continue?
Ah, the love. The love that is in you.

The truest of loves that never will fail me,
the greatest of loves from the one who has saved me.

The strongest of loves that doesn’t cease to amaze me,
the biggest of loves that anyone ever gave me.

The brightest of loves that truly astounds me,
the finest of loves that dwells all around me.

The grandest of loves that never deserts me,
the purest of loves that eternally serves me.

Ah, this love keeps me going, this love gives me hope.
I will drink of it today, tomorrow, and forever more.

This love of my author, perfecter of my soul.
I will persevere ’til the day I’m made whole.

Through trial and through error,
through thick and through thin.

By his grace,
this race I will win.^†

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