Hidden by the wallpaper,
in this dingy old room,
filled with laughter.
Asking "Why am I here"
a thousand times,
over and over.
My dress matching the paper on the wall,
that encircles everybody,
never in the middle,
only on the side,
watching.
Insecurity building a fence,
between me and them,
ready to electracute,
if courage arose.
Scared but hopeful,
I wait for someone,
like me,
to notice a pair of eyes,
that stare at the world,
in the exact same,scared way.
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I am just basically writing thoughts, nothing special really.
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