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Nov 2015
They're all staring at me,I know it
I can feel their eyes on me
                    Judging.
                     Hating.
                  Condemning.

Everytime a group of friends giggle,I just know it's because they're making fun of me.

I asked my mom why one day & all she could say was "nobody's even paying attention to you kiddo. It's all in your head."

But I don't believe it. So I lock myself up in my room where I will not be stared at,made fun of & judged.
Having social phobia has to be the worst thing for a teen.
Mash
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Mash  21/F/Johannesburg
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