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Nov 2013
Don't look at me.
When you look at me with a smile,
you must be mocking me,
silently.
Making fun. I'm a joke.
Look at me.
When you look at me, for awhile
I feel recognised,
not forgotten
and not just anyone, until I choke
on *Don't look at me.

When you look, your eyes flicker my way
you must be disgusted by me,
I'm an eyesore, an annoyance,
the space I take up, the words I say
an irritant, an inconvenience,
an offence
for just being there to see,
there to hear.
Everybody knows
A joke.
A joke.
This is how it goes
I choke.
I choke.
Look at me.
Since you woke
I've been right here
for you to notice.
Look at this.
It is fear
This fear
This is fear.
Daisy King
Written by
Daisy King  27/F/Hampstead
(27/F/Hampstead)   
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