What if they don’t like me?
What if they think I’m strange?
What if, what if, what if
Sometimes we have to empty our minds,
set the noise down for a moment,
and stop carrying the weight of other people’s opinions.
Not everyone has to like you.
Not every face needs to soften at your presence.
I know i write this but
still, my thoughts keep circling on how other people view me and
what story they tell themselves about me.
But this is how I am.
A mind that wonders, a heart that feels too much.
And maybe that’s not a flaw to fix,
but a truth to stand in.
And that’s okay.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC
What if they don’t like me?
What if they think I’m strange?
What if, what if, what if
Sometimes we have to empty our minds,
set the noise down for a moment,
and stop carrying the weight of other people’s opinions.
Not everyone has to like you.
Not every face needs to soften at your presence.
I know i write this but
still, my thoughts keep circling on how other people view me and
what story they tell themselves about me.
But this is how I am.
A mind that wonders, a heart that feels too much.
And maybe that’s not a flaw to fix,
but a truth to stand in.
And that’s okay.