Born, slowly growing up, then fast
Easy, flows like water, but doesn't last
Gently, conversation flowed without a thought
In a few years though, gave up all but timid tries at talk
Now she is too afraid to let her voice be loud
Never will she attempt to stand out in a crowd
In everything she does, she's scared
No matter how much she'd mentally prepared
Gotta conquer this fear, she knows she has to
She'll fight to let her real self through.
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