It's Opposite Day.
Why do I avoid you?
Is it because I hurt still, because that old scars never heal?
No, it's not that.
Is it because you killed me?
No, not that either.
Is it because every time I look at you
I see all of the embarrassment I went through for you in one glance?
No, probably not.
But,
it's Opposite Day.
This poem is about:
Me