She sabotages herself in little ways.

Her hair is beautiful without being combed, 

But she brushes it harshly

And pulls the sweet tendrils from round her face

And puts them in a weird ponytail 

On top of her head.

She puts on nice clothes,

But then insists on wearing her black chunky clogs,

And dons a horrible flack jacket

To cover her sensuous curves.

And when she gets to the party,

She’ll chew her nails,

And her terrified eyes will dart

This way and that,

Ensuring that her hopes and fears

Of anyone talking to her will all come true.

But if she casts her sad glance at you,

You might say hi.

You might be surprised if you take her to your home

And spend some time alone with her.

She’s not loud,

And she’s a different person 

When the crowd is gone.

You might see the difference 

If she lets down her hair,

And takes her jacket off.

-jenn