I think he hates me, does he notice my shoes?
Does he know how I talk, the way that I move?
I think he's staring, maybe he likes me too
Maybe he's being polite, and I'm being rude.
He's sitting behind me, should I turn around?
Should I put on a smile or should I look down?
My heads to big, maybe it's in the way
I feel so sick; I should of stayed home today.
I can't sit still but what can I do?
When my minds full of anxiety, and I'm so confused.
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Dear Love
PoetryDear love, The light is dim, •∆•∆• ☀️ •∆•∆•∆ In this empty heart of mine. In you, I was searching in me something I couldn't find...🦋
