In My Head
get out...
get OUT...
get out of your head...
Don't be so awkward...
Socialize...
I stand in the corner of the room holding a cold cup.
One foot forward, then back.
One foot forwad, then back.
I'm scared
I'll say something stupid
or stutter
or no one will talk to me
or they'll think the way I eat is weird
get out...
Dang it! Get out of your head!
One foot forward, the other follows.
"Hi, is this seat taken?"
"No, it's all yours!" (:
This poem is about:
Me