Ms. Perfect is shy?
I sit in a classroom of confusion,
wondering what in life I could be pursuing.
I look to the left, and then to the right.
Am I wrong to think that I am not as bright?
Do I have the guts to launch into the air?
...with courage and brains, do I even compare?
But then I walk into a room and people watch.
I then decide I can take it up a notch.
I'm clothed with confidence, stretched up tall.
Maybe I have the strength afterall.
"People look up to you, don't you see."
Friends and family will always remind me.
I can be anything I want, I just have to try.
Now I have confidence, no longer shy.
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