I don’t want to talk to anyone
In the hallways
Making eye contact with the floor
I wonder if they’ll consider
Their existence
Without my acknowledgement

I want to talk to everyone
And stretch myself for perception
I wonder if they even saw me
And do I even exist
Without their acknowledgement

I skipped two barbeques on Sunday
Because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to talk
And be observed. Lies…
I wanted to be seen
I wasn’t ready to talk
But if you don’t get in the water
Everyone assumes that something is wrong

Too moody
I am of two moods