Who Am I
Who am I without being afraid?
Am I
Me
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
Me
If you weren’t trying to fix
Me?