''Don't look at me!
Let me shy away in the corner
The pretty
Wallflower
That blends into the crowd''

Fearful, Conscious, Aware?

Of all that is going on around her,
So desperate to be part of it,
But something holds her back,
Keeps her ensnared in silence,
All she can do is smile,
Suagary sweet.

Embarrassed, Uncertain, Anti-social?

Wishing things were different,
That she could bound,
Away from the silence,
That sticks in her throat,
And joyfully scatter,
All her inhibitions to the wind.

Carefree, Happy, Bold?