Yea, I was a shy guy
Reflecting the injection of myself before I could even maybe, possibly, more or less unlikely injected with the reality of facing rejection at heart. Not knowing where to finish, leave off, or even start. Start form; "Hi, how are you doing? My names is____." Pausing, trying not to sound rude but also just a little too smooth, iterating words truly stated or/and a statement of truth. My name is: player, rhyme slayer, smooth talker, swag walker, lady's man, or just man. No, not even one of these seemed to be me, just pieces of he, he's of he separate form me. Me that was handsome and clean, but also politely unseen portraying the theme of a fly guy. Yea, you could say that I was a shy guy.