Please look at me, I beg you!
No, wait, do not look at me--
I'm not worthy.
Why do you ignore me?!
Pay attention to me!
Not that much attention--
oh how embarrassing I am!
I yearn to be looked at--
admired, even (how vain I am)--
but the moment I am in the spotlight,
I shrink deep inside myself and want to hide.
Why?
I hate being this way!
No, I do not wish to be ignored.
Then why do I distance myself so?
Perhaps I am afraid.
Afraid of what, then?
I do not know.
This battle must come to an end--
I cannot take it anymore!
I am not cut out to be an attention whore.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
