Why is it that I’m always shy
When meeting people
I don’t know
Sitting there,
Pretending,
No one’s there?

Why is it that whenever
I know no one,
I’m shy and quiet
But when I am around friends
I’m loud and obnoxious?

Why is it that my hair is curly,
A brunette version of Shirley,
How come I’m called Noodle,
Or Kenzie,
Yet no one can remember
A Ma at the beginning?

Call me Noodle
Call me Kenzie
There’s no pretending
Nothing pending,
I AM THE BEST