Who Am I

March 17, 2019

Who am I without being afraid?

Am I

If I am not constantly shaking and worrying

For hours?

I built this persona

On my leg that shakes during class,

My hands that fidget with every pencil in my case,

The way I could never look you in the eye

And say I love

You.

Would

You

even talk to

If you weren’t trying to fix

Me?

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