self-conscious
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Running scared down Defeatist Street,
Trying to go back in time.
Retreating isn’t security,
Especially since I out grew mine.
I wish I could be me again,
Feeling free to run and wonder.
Stupid, Ugly, Scared,
That is all I saw
Looking at the sasquatch
Staring back from the wall.
Why am I not intelligent?
Why am I not beautiful?
You look in the mirror but
what you see isn't really you
Sure it's you standing there
but it's missing something too
You don't see the way your eyes sparkle
when talking about something you like
I found the devil,
not in hell, but in
the infinite space
between my body and
the mirror.
Looking down
Left
Right
No eye contact
They are looking
They must be looking
Something is wrong
Something must be wrong
Oh goodness,
Everything is wrong
