"Shy"

I creep behind the sheets of the bed,
For, making eye to eye contact is pretty dread,
I'd rather stay in here instead,
"Don't wake me up!" my mother I plead.

She didn't listen, to my despise,
Time to find a new disguise,
For, the bus is coming to take to school..
Don't want to make myself a fool.

I throw on some old rags,
And look at my mother as she nags,
"Get some guts, my poor child.",
"Do something exciting, go wild for a while."

I ignore her words and move to the bus,
The first time I do so, without any fuss,
I move inside and I'm scared of stares,
From people almost everywhere.

I sit down, right at the back,
I'll make no noise, not a crack!
I'll just sit here until I die,
For I'm so bitter, dreadfully shy..  

As my thoughts and time while away,
I hear a thud to my dismay,
Reached we have the destination of rule,
It was time for me to face our school....

I get down last, slowly did it,
The bus was moving, brightly lit,
I stare at the building standing tall,
And I, into the hands of it fall..

I get to class, sit right back,
Remembering all the skills I lack,
Oh god! Why did I even come here?
Embarrassment always so very near.

Just then, I hear a friendly sound,
The shout of  a new friend I found..
"Are you new?" I dare to ask,
"Yes I am, I love your mask!"

Compliments are very rare,
On the mask in my bag or my hair,
I love to hear them oh so much!
If only I'd gotten more as such.

I start to talk for the first time,
We even make a funny rhyme,
That finally I've found,
Of my breed another hound.
         
                                          -Aneesha Tulluri