I feel all eyes on me,
Although I know no one,
Would waste their time and energy,
Looking at nobody.

Everyone is so busy,
Looking at their own reflection,
While I’m too lazy,
To even comb my hair properly.

I look down on my feet,
While everyonr walks hurriedly,
To a place where they’re either happy
Or unhappy.

I wonder why they can laugh,
And hold their heads high,
Without shame,
I wish I could be the same,
And be just like everyone else.

Instead I walk with my head down,
Looking at the ground,
And hope no one talks to me,
Or even looks at me,
Else I just might stutter and sweat,
Talk inside my head,
And lose myself.