Shy?

Just started writing and this came out, perhaps to be recorded at a later date but for now, it is, what it is. 

When I tell people I’m shy

The first thing I see is a laugh

Or that look that has “you’re kidding me, right?” written all over it.

I mean, I see where they’re coming from.

Perhaps I am a bit confused.

A shy social butterfly?

I think that’s right on the button.

Just as I walk the line as a gringa-latina,

I can reside in a room  where I have a place in the corner,

And in the center, under the spotlight.

I mean, I am the girl who has sung the national anthem twice,

La Presidenta,

Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz,

And hopped on planes and trains to who knows where.

But there’s no place like home

Where I can be away from the world

With no eyes to judge my thoughts or actions.

Lights, Camera, Action,

And I transform into whoever I need to be.

Bee. A busy bee buzzing around

And still sweet like honey.

Honey, I still stand by what I say and I am one shy girl,

But, I’m not gonna lie.

 It’s complicated.