I always shut myself down Whenever you're around On guard every second Whenever you come into view It's a problem that I face Almost everyday Maybe it's the ****** frustration That's getting in the way Maybe it's because you're extremely pretty And it discourages me to find the right words to say I've grown to adapt to my social flaws I feel inadequate and inferior I lack self-esteem I am something, but feel like nothing Nothing is what I have made for myself