Green Air
I'm there green air as i twirl my curly hair
one speaks to me i want to flee
to the warmth of my home i want to retreat
Hello
words used in ordinary conversations
lip biting, awkards movements
how i control and patient my social motivation
Huh?
I know what you said to me
stalling to know how to respond to thee
I respond
Ouch, was that right?
did that sound pleasing?
Sometime behind my back will they recall this time and begin teasing?
Alone
Just me
Green air is now clear
and I am Free
This poem is about:
Me