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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