I know they're judging me
Too quiet
Too awkward too loud
An open book
Too closed in
Those scars
That acne
That dreadful skin
An awkward posture
Lonely space
A closed in zone
And pale looking face
Too short
To fat
The way she walks
Too loud
Too annoying
The way she talks
Unwanted
Irrelevant
I feel their looks
Piercing my soul
In dying agony
Wishing for it to end
Beating myself up mentally
Again and again
Not pretty enough
Too messy
A full on disaster
Hoping it ends
A little bit faster
~H1
