I know they see how ugly I am.
I know,
And I can feel it.
A thousand eyes watching me.
I'm scared
That they'll hate me even more
If they see the hideous me.
Even for one more dreadful second.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe This Is Me
PoésieMy brains, my blood, my heart, my friends. It's all I've got. *note* I have something like this already called "Consider Me Dead", But I wanted to start over... take out some things/add things. So, jst to let you guys know.
