Stop looking at me, you can't hide it,
I know you are looking at me,
At my shaking hands,
At my bandaid fingers,
At my tapping foot.
Stop looking at me.
I can feel your eyes burning through me.
I know the questions you want to ask,
Just ask me. Just ask me.
You know I hate the silence.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
