I have been taught to play Hit and Miss

To ramble and rant

And hope that a gem 

Is sifted from the ashes


I’ve been told to speak to those

Who are taught

“only speak when you are spoken to”

And to be unafraid of cursing

Because curses really are just words


I have been known

For my brash attitude

My obnoxious tendencies

And for my volume button

Being stuck on high


People perceive me as loud

Some of them as an idiot

And a very few as brilliant


But the truth of it all

Is that I’m shy

Painfully, painfully shy


The only difference between me

And the girl in the corner

Is that I’m unafraid


My secret comes in a package

of two words: 

be brave.

The End

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