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

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