I'm somebody!
And so are you.
Why worry and fret,
and seek others to please?
Like the kids on the corner,
sunglasses askew,
they want to impress friends,
but mostly themselves.
If they could see how funny
they look in my eyes.
Would they care?
Would they dare?
A terrible fright
somebody becomes.
Worrying about others,
but nobody cares.
J.A.Scott
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