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it's not my fault i'm too scared to figure out what i look likeall around you, people stare
they evaluate your face, your clothes, your hair
you’d better make a good impression.
you’re their obsession.
you’re the center of their thoughts

you know … or not.

but how about this one,
your day’s just about done
and now it’s quiet.
whatever you want, you got it.

who cares if what you do alone
is consistent with how you want to be known?

just remember, Nobody’s looking.