Not Much

I seldom have a lot to say.
It always seems to be that way,
Including when I'm with my friends.

My silent way is much, much worse
And sometimes feels just like a curse;
The kind that never ends.

It's better than it was before,
But I still need so much, much more
Of effort to cause change

So I can improve the way
I socialize on any day
And sometimes to just rearrange.

In time I hope to learn how I
Can be less tense before I die!