Me, you, everyone else
You.
Me.
Everyone else.
Am I waiting for you to leave?
Am I in a personal Hell?
Everyone seems happy.
Everyone seems great.
I'm afraid you don't really like me,
but if you do, then that,
I'd hate.
My fear that you really like me,
runs deeper than if you do.
Everyone else.
Me.
You.
Copyright © Levi Heintzelman | Year Posted 2024
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