Caring
Tingling against my
Finger
Tips
People
Searching my
Eyes
  
I look
I feel
I stand
Away
Still
Afraid of
Myself
   
Why can't I say
She's
Pretty
She's
Nice
My mind
Stumbles
My words
Fail
   
I feel in
Trite
Phrases
How can I
Show
Them
How can I
Show their
Meaning
   
I roam
Along
Playing the
Loner
Game
   
Wish I
Could
Learn
To risk
The
Pain

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