Holly Somer

It Isn'T Being Shy

It's not easy to get striaght A's
To tie your hair back into french braids.
To gain courage and ask your crush out,
To be the leader of a squad and have to scream and shout.

When your shy it isn't easy,
You say one word and you get queezy.
People think it's just a trick,
But the truth is you really get sick.
Your face turns as white as a ghost.
Thats the part you hate the most.

Then one day comes a stranger walks up to you,
You have no idea what to do or say.
You get scared they might take it the wrong way,
You then decide to stand there and smile,
Watching if they will stay for a whille.

They smile back at you and ask you,
to attend a party at their huose.
Then to call you their friend.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 6, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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