Nobody Likes Me Poem by Hannah La Gaire

With so many people around me
I can't stop wondering what they are thinking about me,
And how they are probably making fun of me.
I know it's only in my head,
But each time I pass, someone is always laughing or staring at me.
I wonder if people notice me because,
I sometimes say hi and don't get one back.
When I am in a group with people, they hardly talk,
But when I leave, they have the world to say.
Are they talking about me?
Sigh
I really wish I could see me as how people see me
And then I will really know.