My Fears

November 10, 2020

Is it so concerning that I am cautious

that the idea of people makes me nauseous

Like the beasts of the earth who fear humans wrath

I avoid their presence when they stray on my path

They think me rude when I am formal and curt

bt they can't perceive my avoidance to be hurt

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