Look at those matted strands upon your head

Spots on your face like a dalmatian

Your knees knock knocking while you clamber 

down the street 

You ! Yea you 

I see you 

How can you hold your head so high ?

Who do you think you are ?

Better than me ? Haha ! 

So i flip my hair and storm away but,

Trip over the concrete 

You turn around to extend you hand 

I stare at how your eyes gleam

With one smile you shine at me

My chest is open,

Exposing, 

My insecurity.