Hi
What do you want?
Too mean, they wouldn't say that.
Hi, I like your shirt.
Yeah...
Maybe I shouldn't speak ever? No one would notice.
Hi, I see you alone a lot, I'm alone too...want to be friends?
What am I? Five? Get yourself together.
*Waves*
*Doesn't do anything back*
That's not going to work.
Did we have homework?
Good, the worst that could happen is they take one look at me and walk away.
Or a shark attack
Or my pants fall down
Or I forget to wear pants
Or I fall down
Or I throw up
Or...
Or...
Breathe...
But what if they don't like me?
What if they ignore me?
What if their noses turn up and their eyebrows raise?
What if they realize what I am?
Alone.
Weird.
Ugly.
Boring.
Nerd.
Obsessed.
What if they see through me?
Who needs to talk? We have the ability to communicate through facial expressions.
*Tries to say 'hi' with eyebrows...fails, looks like someone with a face dysfunction*
Stupid, stupid.
Who needs friends? They won't like me anyway.
I'm:
Alone.
Weird.
Ugly.
Boring.
Nerd.
Obsessed.
Breathe...
Great, not you look like you might cry.
Say four words and you can.
*Mental deep breath*
Did we have homework?
Alone.
Weird.
Ugly.
Boring.
Nerd.
Obsessed.
Never mind
YOU ARE READING
Just Breathe
PoetryAs a kid, I always struggled writing poetry. I understood that feelings had to go into poetry and I always tried writing about things other people did. I wrote about love (I was a little girl that's version of "love" was having a "relationship" with...
