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A Shy Girl

Restless night, I lie awake, jitters for what tomorrow brings
Morning rush, a bite of food, not nearly enough to sink in

A new dress and shoes, my book bag full, but I’m left empty still this time
Will they see me as I want, or will I just blend in?

New faces smiling, others blank. The teacher speaks but I can’t see
Occupied by who I am instead of who I should be

My voice a whisper from a cage when my name is called
Every effort to break free from this overwhelming fog

Stolen moments to hide, to catch my breath and exhale
The clock ticks by one by one, waiting for the bell

I run, past all the doors until I am alone
I lose the shoes, the dress and bag, finally I am home.

Alana Avellino

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