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My fingers are shacking
My palms sweaty
I scrape at my nail
My chest is tense
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They say we have nervous tics
I didn’t know what that meant exactly until I noticed myself constantly hunched over, digging at my finger tips
Do they like me?
Do they want me here or am I just annoying
I’m afraid I will have to eat alone
I’m afraid that they say shit behind my back
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I’m afraid that maybe she won’t like me
Will my parents find out about last night
Will my best friend find someone they like more than me
What are those people saying? Are they talking about me
I’m afraid I’m in the dark
I’m afraid of being left alone
They say that worrying doesn’t help
But they don’t know me
I am afraid because I can’t see myself through their eyes
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Why do the put up with me
Am I good enough
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Am I?