Isabela

Isabela
By Brianne O’Rourke
Sweet and friendly nice and kind
Definitely a friend of mine
Loud but soft or can
Be at times. Smart and
Small, big and tall in
Her own way.

Why is it?

Why is it I am always shy,
When meeting people,
I don’t know,
I never say anything
Just stare into space
But when I listen,
I hear,
“Are you ok?”

Why is it I can never be late
Just be early
Stick up for myself,
You know,
Fight?

Why can’t I ever win?