My Bones

My bones are too loud.
It's probably because I don't have the guts to listen.
My bones are telling me to talk to you. To tell you exactly how I feel.
They're yelling at me every time I forget to look you straight in the eye.
They rattle in frustration when I pass you in the halls without saying hello.
They're telling me to just let go.
To just believe you feel the same way I do.
My bones are shouting now.
They're quivering in irritation.
Stop being so insecure.
He'll accept you for you.
But I'm still not listening.
They're screaming now. 
Now's your chance!
Stop over thinking it.
Stand up straighter.
Smile more.
I hear them, but I don't respond. 

My bones are quiet now. 
They've given up.
And I don't blame them.