I walk, I stretch, I move hair out of my face
they all stare
I trip, I stutter, I say something earnest
they all laugh
I look, I spy, I watch
Enveloped they are with their own lives
the worst of it all is that
all these queer stares, the conceited laughter, the daunting suspicion
this throbbing anxiety making my hands shake, like a ****** apparition
Is all me
it's in my head
I wish I weren't so self conscious
I wish I had better control
I wish the poison completely calmed it
As to apprehend my torn up soul

So it goes...
So it goes...