For some generic you. I care a lot
What everyone I know thinks, and has thought;
In fact, I sometimes fear that I will sink
Under the weight of contemplation, pink
With my own embarrassment. It's not
That I prefer to be self-conscious, ought
To be, or should. It's just that I can't wink
At what I see reflected in their minds.
If someone that I know thinks I am bad
Or can't imagine why I'm like I am
I have to wonder what their searching finds
That I've been missing. So it's sort of sad:
I wish I didn't, but I give a damn.
No comments:
Post a Comment