FEAR OF MY REFLECTION
Wanting to talk to many,
yet overthinking if I am approachable.
Do I look nice? Why do I always look unhappy?
Maybe if I wore a different outfit they will
Come to me first.
Maybe if I smile with my eyes more they will
Want to know my interests and share hobbies
I can't be worried about me
I am me.
They will love me , for me.
This poem is about:
Me