I could see someone that I know and get a funny look
I could get a funny look/stared at
I could get called a tramp for wearing trackies
I look ugly with no makeup and I could scare people
I could be attacked or mugged
I could fall over and humiliate myself
I could see someone cute and look so gross
I could trip over
I could fart or burp loud
I could stare at someone or hold a gaze
I could get my words mixed up
I could have bad breath
I could bump into someone
I could give the cashier the wrong change
I could buy the wrong thing
I could get the wrong change back and be too scared to object
I could be asked a simple question and not know the answer
I could drop my change
I could not be able to grab the carrier
The carrier could break
I could shake up the pop too much so it explodes
I could see someone else
I could not be able to get in the house
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Stargazing//poetry
PoetryMy first personal poetry collection tackling teenage angst, mental illness and whatever else, man.