loud poetry from a quiet girl

one-hundred-seventy-fourth

why can't I be her?

she knows how to talk to people.
she knows how to easily make friends
or speak up.
everyone knows her name,
she's always doing something
for somebody.
but no
I have to be the opposite.
I have trouble saying even a couple words.
nobody knows who I am,
and the only thing I do
is write bad poetry
for the all of the internet to see.