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That kind where,
I’m staring at YOU staring at ME.
That Kind like,
YOU
turning to your friend,
cuz you
heard about me,
AND YOUR
hoping you’ll be able to control me.


THAT KIND WHERE
you whisper so loud I can hear you,
CUZ YOU
Want me to hear what your saying,
IF I
Don’t then your words have no meaning,
AND THAT
Sets you in a panic with your words not doing damage
TO SOMEONE

But don’t worry…
Because your whispers look like faces with dirty looks on them,
AND THEY
Rip at my emotions till there’s nothing left of them,
AND I
Go home and cry till my eyes are fried and dry
THEN I
Wipe away the tears and try to hide my fears

FROM EVERYONE,
Except you.

Because you KNOW I’m terrified, petrified and nervous.
Just your LOOKS alone can make me feel like I’m WORTHLESS.
Your eyes like daggers with their sharp-piercing burn
And most of all your VOICE that makes my stomach turn.

I’d like to say,
“IM REALLY NICE!”
and you’re just down right mean.
But if I told a lie like that,
my conscience would be unclean.
The truth is,
I’m just as guilty,
if not more than you.
Because if we’re all being honest here,
These were all things I do.





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