In My Head

get out...

get OUT...

get out of your head...

Don't be so awkward...



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!" (:











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