fear

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Hundreds of eyes.
Looking at me.
The fear builds in.
I'm nothing.
People look at me like I'm nothing.
No one cares. I need to remind myself.
I walk,
Through these halls,
With everyone's eyes on me,
Fearing what they think,
I shouldn't care what they think.
But I do.
And I always will.

~
- a bruised mind

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