Some people don't like me

Because of the way that I walk

They say I'm stuck up

But have never heard me talk

Some say I think I'm superior

But they only know my exterior

They don't know that in my interior

I see myself as inferior

They judge me by what they see

Without getting to know the real me

On the outside I'm shy

Read my insides; you'll understand why

My head says I'm not good enough

That I'll never amount to much

My face makes me smile

My insecurities stretch out for miles