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staring at the walls with apathy
i cant help but ask myself,
whats wrong with me?
why do i despise the way my mouth moves,
and the horrifying sounds that follow?
why am i unable to speak, unable to think,
unable to meet your eyes?
i feel so small in your presence.
i feel so small in your eyes.
maybe i'm nothing,
maybe i'm worth nothing.
something must be wrong with my way of thinking
and my miserable way of living
or maybe-
there's something wrong with me.