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Drowning
Two shirts are packed:
one for my sport
another for my shame.
I wear one, too;
it hides beneath
my hoodie - it's the same
one I've worn each
and every day
so you don't know my name,
but rather, you
know me by my
hoodie, my sign and claim.
I don't shake hands
at school. I don't
like to join their games
or speak up in
class, or high-five;
me, so limp and lame.
If I shake hands,
one might know and-
"Oh, gross!" they'd exclaim;
If I raise my arm,
one might look and-
"She's the one to blame
for that smell, ha!"
I do not laugh.
I have become tame.
I hide at home
pen in hand, and
write the day away.
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I really don't mind her sweating at all, and she actually sweats less when she's around me.
I love her loads, and accept her as is. Everyone has their issues, it's just some issues are more physical than others.