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At what point?
As I present, I am walking confidently
A strong head on my shoulders
And a stride of upbeat steps
As I think, I'm stuck on what's behind
The thoughts running faster than time
There looking, there looking, there looking
Just ignore, there behind you for a reason
Repeat,Repeat, Repeat
But the wandering hatred becomes my biggest demon.
The wonder of the unknown feels like I'm crawling out of my skin
There are so many words, why would they all be about me
Why would I be their target? Am I everyones target?
Why did that person look at me weird? Is there something on my face?
I don't see anything,did I look at them weird?
I wish I could see how I presented myself to other people at all times
At what point does this stop?
At what point do I stop worrying about this?
At what point do I stop caring?
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The inspiration of this piece came from the daily head space of a teenager in high school. Continually, people worry about their outlook on the others around them. This piece portrays an insight on a young adult's head as they attend their daily routine.Everyday they walk through the same doors,halls and rooms just trying to get through their day peacefully and with bliss. But the second someone doesn't respond,validate or communicate, the thoughts come rushing into a panic.