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Outside

I hate going outside.
I hate being stared at.
Because it almost felt like
Their eyes are full of judgement,
Are piercing right through me.
I hate outside.
Because my thoughts are
Clouded with what are they
Gonna think of me when I
Drank but I spilled the
Coffee on my beautiful white dress?
What are they gonna think
When I speak but they couldn't hear
What I said because my voice is too weak?
What are they gonna think if I walk
But I suddenly slipped?

I hate being outside.
I hate it when my mind is full of thoughts
Of what they think of me.

Not that it matters,
But it got always me thinking,
What are they gonna think?

By yours truly,
- 게으른

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