The chatter on the left, makes me lift up my head
their mouths form my name, feelings I can’t seem to tame
wash over my brains, like I fed them some poison that clotted my veins.

The name is the same, but not mine that I carry
I need them, I want them
to like me; they’re scary.
If not but the entire world likes me
I tumble down in the ground and drown in a sea
of shame and of worry, because strangers don’t know
that in my head I burry, thousand thoughts I can’t show.

So when they get up, I look to the right
I loot at my coffee, until they’re out of my sight.
I won’t get to show them how unique I might be
They won’t get to see the ‘real me’.
And when I get up, I’ll never see
that the girl on my right
lifts her head,

just like me.