Playground

Oh how I want to go play with those other kids.
But will they want to play with me?
I might be icky to them or maybe even cool.
I think I'm a nice person,
so they should like me.
But I'm oh so nervous to go over to them.
My feet won't move,
I'm pretty sure there isn't sticky gum
under my brand new sneakers.
I wish they could come over,
everything would be much easier.
Why must I bring this situation upon myself?
I always make myself nervous.
Why me?
Maybe I should toughen up, and just go over.
I feel my feet moving, but wait! I'm not ready!
Oh no! They see me? What should I do?
It's already too late because they all stare at me.
Just smile, you'll be alright, just hang in there.