She always thought about what others might be thinking about her.
Afraid that she'd be an outsider.
They always thought about what an outsider she was.
Afraid that talking to her would hurt them.
Her social life was dead
but the 'social' was to blame not the 'life', right?

Never
would she raise her hand in class.
Too afraid that she might say something wrong.
Sitting in the last row,
not saying a single word,
hoping that the teacher doesn't call her name.

Always sitting quietly,
always hiding shyly.
Confidence, not likely.
She blames them.
They don't.
They carry on.

Never
would she go and talk to a guy.
Too afraid that she might do something wrong.
Standing with a bent back,
far away from break-neck,
hoping that she doesn't catch his eye.

Always standing quietly,
always hiding shyly.
Confidence, not likely.
She blames them.
They don't.
They carry on.

Never
would she want to be like that anymore.
Too afraid that she might be shy again.
Sitting with a straight back,
Standing with her head raised,
hoping that one day she'll be the proud girl she deserves to be.

From now on:
No more sitting quietly,
no more hiding shyly.
Confidence, now likely.
No one to blame,
no one to shame.

She always thought about what others might be thinking about her.
Afraid that she'd be an outsider.
They always thought about what an outsider she was.
At least that's what she thought they'd be thinking.
Her social life was vibrant
but it wasn't the 'social' that's changed.
It was her life that's changed
because of something simple.
Something as simple as confidence.

P.S.:
Actually, they didn't care about anything else but them.
Just as she did before.

- paperchick