Questioned Stare Poem by charlotte buttercourt

Questioned Stare



Why is everyone staring?
Am I paranoid?
Is it something I am wearing?
Or is it my hair?
When will I stop to care?

Why do they avoid?
Is it really me?
How will my life be?
My life is currently destroyed.
Will it ever repair?
When will they finish the stare?

Questioned Stare
Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,paranoid,staring
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