I'm scared
When I pass your house I'm scared you'll walk out
When I pass your house I'm scared your parents will recognize me and say hello
I'm scared when I pass your house
My hands get all clammy and my breath is shaken
Sometimes my vision gets blurry and my hands shake
I'm outside terrified
Scared
Can you help
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Poetry and Thoughts
Poetrythings I think and write, no reason to be. some have meaning, most don't.
