There was a student, who was very shy,

He dared not to look at the judging sky.

His soul was lonesome no take to others, 

He would only converse with his brothers.

He then was disclaimed by his no good band,

Right then he knew, he had to make a stand.

His awkwardness did not mean he was strange,

He'd told himself that he would never change.

He was determined to be the same guy,

He did not care if his life went on by.

He'd dwelled and paced about what he would say,

His thoughts are unknown till this very day.

Although he was quiet, shy and preserved,

He also wanted to be seen and heard.

He knew he could not please all those around,

So he was fine with not making a sound.