The Shy Boy

Written by xInSaNexBlOoDyxPrInCeSs

Author Note: This is a poem I wrote on the 22nd before we left for Disneyland for the school trip—another poem with a story inside, like If Only You Knew I Loved You. I love making those kinds of poems. Please enjoy.


The tall boy, the short boy

The thin boy, the fat boy

There were a lot of nicknames

And you were the shy boy

That's what everyone called you

But you never knew

And sometimes people would forget your real name

And you'd blush when they'd ask you

I loved that blush

I loved that smile

I loved the shy boy

And that's you

You weren't a jock

You weren't a nerd

You weren't a genius

You were just the shy boy

My friends would ask me why I liked you

They'd ask, "Is he cute?"

"Is he hot?"

"Is he funny?"

I'd shake my head

"He's only cute in my eyes."

"He's only hot in my eyes."

"And he'd be funny, I'd bet, if he got the chance."

They didn't understand why I loved you so much.

But I saw that spirit in you

Lively and active

And if only you weren't the shy boy…it could be set free.

The tall boy, the short boy

The thin boy, the fat boy

There were a lot of nicknames

And the new boy was the cocky boy

That's what everyone called him

But he never knew

And sometimes people would forget his name

And he'd act almighty and superior

I hated that face

I hated that smirk

I hated the cocky boy

And that's him

He wasn't a jock

He wasn't a nerd

He wasn't a genius

He was just the cocky boy

My friends would ask me why I didn't like him

They'd say, "He's so cute."

"He's so hot."

"He's so funny."

I'd shake my head

"He's only cute in your eyes."

"He's only hot in your eyes."

"And he's not funny."

They didn't understand why I hated him so much.

But I knew

I knew his stance was all an act

I knew he was a fake

It was once in class

That he started teasing you

And nobody did anything

And I was boiling with anger

He asked you why you never talked

He asked you if you were mute

Or if you were retarded

You didn't say anything, but you looked like you were going to cry…

I slammed my hands on my desk and stood up

I asked him why he was so mean

I asked him if he was stupid

Or if he was retarded

You didn't say anything

You looked up

And I saw something in your eyes

I saw that hidden personality

Your eyes were so full of gratitude

Your eyes were so full of happiness

Your eyes were not shy

They were full of pride

He took me on next

He asked me if I was retarded

He asked me if I liked you

And he asked why would I like a retard?

I trembled and trembled

Everyone was laughing at me

And I felt like crying

I was about to run when…

You stood up.

You had the look in your eye.

I knew.

I knew what you were about to do.

You stood up and you punched him.

You asked him if he was retarded

And if he wanted to die

And you scoffed and turned away.

And that day you told me you liked me.

And I was so happy.

And you weren't the shy boy anymore

And everyone loved you for putting that jerk in his place

The tall boy, the short boy

The thin boy, the fat boy

There were lots of nicknames

And now…

You have no nickname.

You're not the shy boy.

Or the tall boy, or the short boy, or the thin boy, or the fat boy

Because…

You're just you.

Usually girls like the showy guys—like the cocky boy in this poem, for example. I like…guys with big feet. But…take a look at the shy boy at your school—if there's one. Take the time to wonder what he's really like inside. I mean, what's he like at home? He can't be shy at home. He's got to have a free, sweet spirit…just take the time to see who he really is.