I walk the hallways.
Seeing your eyes on my body makes me feel kinda sweaty.
Do they think im ugly?
Is there something on my shirt?
Why are those girls laughing over there.. Omg are they laughing at me??!!
Now I'm in the bathroom trying to put on deodorant so i don't stink.
And people just HAVE to walk in... UGH.
Now I have to leave awkwardly or wait until they leave...
But then it might look weird following them...
Omg i have to go back into class, but everyone is gonna stare at me.
What if I trip and smack my head against the floor?
What if everyone calls me "trippie head" from now on.
Embarrassing....
Can't stand this fear, I can't stand these thoughts.
Too loud, too judgemental, too much of the pissing me off.
I need my quiet room, introverted.
Get rid of these damn overthinking anxieties....
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
