Nerves Racing.

Heart's Beating.

Why are they starring?


Is it my smile, my body, my hair?

Is it my personailty, Why should they care?

I just want to stop the stares...


I stare at my reflection.

Notcing my pale complextion.

Wishing someone would show affection.


Cause my hearts Jumping.

Nerves are racing.

I just wish,

The would stop the starring. 

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