Class clown

Oh little boy,
You sweet-spirited child!
You're so afraid of something.
You're needing,
Wanting,
Hoping,
And it's so hard, so hard,
I can't see what it is.
What is it? What thorn is in your side?
What do you need to feel comfortable,
So that you don't need to giggle giggle nervously,
Squirm worried in your chair.
You're so unhappy though you're laughing,
The pressure's plainly there for me to see,
What do I do to take care of you????