WANDA MACLEAN
Shy ...
The me we all see
Isn't always the me
That I
Used to be.
Bullied ...
Small, petite and a
Slow learner too
That old me took
A lot of ridicule.
Trusting ...
I grew up believing
That this must be true
Because my informant was
A teacher in grade school.
Hurt ...
You're stupid and unteachable
On this we all agree
But little did they know
That this me would succeed.
Pain ...
Emotion filled with pain
Is coursing through my veins
But no one cared to see
That scared little me.