I saw my old friend
At the library
I waved and she saw me
But she didn't wave back
I guess it's okay
She may not recognize me.
I saw her go to her group of friends
They all began laughing
And pointing my direction
Anxiety crawled my brain.
They're laughing at me
I must be an embarrassment
I can't breathe
I can't see clearly
Am I dying?
I run
Not as optimistic as before...
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Typically Typical
PoesíaIt was suffocating me. My thoughts, my head, everyone. About a girl who seems typical on the outside but a mess on the inside....
