I wish they'd stop observing me
Noticing my oddities
And seeing the cuteness in them
Though it may be a compliment
It makes me self conscious
It's just who, and how, I am
I'm already awkward
But when they watch and stare
It makes me anxious
I feel like I can't be me
Like I over think my actions
Then I trip over myself
But even without them watching
I find it hard to just be
Every move I make, I second guess
Is there someone watching...
Judging me
Even when I think I'm alone
Or is someone whispering to me
Making me feel like this
Feeding on my insecurities
Something dark
A creature of evil
...but the voice is my own
I've learned to stop over analyzing myself. To let go and just be. The only one you need to be true to is you. If you're happy with who you are, I find nobody else really matters! Try it! Great poem! Cause the reader to take stock! Nicely written!
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A refined poetic imagination, Leah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.