Listen up.
I want to get this out.
I'm not sure how... a pout? a shout?
You need to know
what this girl's all about.
I am a walking piece of doubt.
Why o' why am I so shy?!
My stomach hurts and I want to die.
Always afraid to speak.
Why am I such a freak?
My words come stumbling out.
My face, reflection of doubt.
Ugh, there's that word again.
I feel like I'm ten.
I hate the fact that I'm softspoken.
All this is is venomous poison.
I tell myself daily, "It's not a big deal.
Just be normal; just be real."
I cannot hide my shyness inside.
I wish I were more bona fide.
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