Im a shy person,
I walk in the hallway with my head down,
and my face turns bright red with a single word,
I always wish I could say Hi to those around me,
but my voice whispers in silent panic,
I admire those who easily talk,
and know exactly what to say,
My friends call it cute,
I call it problematic,
At home I could imagine up any nonsense,
and talk until my mouth grew weary,
I can be the most opinionated girl you've ever met,
or the quietest mouse that causes curiosity to prickle at your mind