The tightness in the chest began,
The muscles tightened, holding back all I can.
This feeling of bolting, from friendship or more
Here I go again, prone to slam the door.
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I never know when meeting men,
What to do, where to begin.
What to say, where to stand,
This uncomfortable feeling, where will I land?
::
I make them nervous,
I’m too intense,
I should just run,
Does this make sense?
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But I stand before them
The first time, uncertain
Looking for any sign or doubt
Ready to bolt and drop the curtain.
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They make up their minds
She’s just fremd
Opinion formed,
judged,
condemned.
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I fear men.

08/17/2004

Posted on 08/17/2004
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