Shy.

the words bubble to the suface,

but don't come out.

a flash of red and heat

across my face.

attempting to smile,

maybe seem friendly nontheless,

but the damage is already done.

"she's just shy",

they say,

as if that somehow makes it all make sense.

but I'm really just

nervous,

quiet,

unsure.

but go ahead,

shy works too.