You saw me not that long ago and asked where my glasses went. I told you my best friend them, had me blushing in embarrassment. Not because of my best friend, but because I can't see. Not being able to see is one of my biggest insecurities. It's the reason why I look down, and try not to make eye contact. Keep a calm look like my mental state is intact. But I start rambling, stumbling over what to say. Maybe I can at least hope that you thought about me that day.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
