Being Shy
I remember being shy in school. Being the shyest kid was no fun, Being picked on all the time, being shy i guess was a crime. Being laughed at, made fun of, going home and crying, teachers always prying.
Being shy was no fun at all, popular girls talking about you in the bathroom stall. Never getting invited to a dance. The nerdy guy with the big teeth and zits was probably my only chance. Made fun of because i wouldn't talk or walk the walk. Didn't have any money, other kids thought it was funny.
But you know that nerdy guy with the big teeth and zits turned into a handsome man years later in life and now i can proudly say that i am his wife.
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