We’re born with personalities
Our parents help to shape,
But once the mold is set in place,
There isn’t an escape.
So if you’re anxious, shy or quiet,
Maybe insecure,
The odds of turning that around
Are fair to even poor.
Those confident, outgoing types
Appear to be in luck,
For in those roles, as they grow up,
They’re fortunately stuck.
Of course, some change is possible,
Or so said Dr. Freud.
If not, then psychotherapists
Would all be unemployed.
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