a poem about overthinking
She is staring at me
Why is she staring at me?
Did I do something weird?
Maybe I have something in my face
Yes, it must be that
He is staring at me
Why is he staring at me?
Did I said something strange?
Did I behave in a way
no one would behave
I don't know
but it must be so
They are staring at me
Why are they staring at me?
Am I weird?
Am I strange?
Am I ugly?
Maybe it's the way I behave
I am not normal because
if I would be normal
they wouldn't stare at me like that
~ hannah / 02.05.2023
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my poems
PoetryRecently I started to write poems and now I finally decided to publish them here.
