I'm known as a Loser.
You don't realize it.
Each step I take infront of you is carefully thought out.
Never would I misplace my actions
Because you would think of me as nothing more than a piece of crap.
All the eyes of people bare into my skin, digging out errors.
I hide behind a curtain. The curtain is black.
People judge.
I hate people.
He's so loud. I hate him.
Everything he writes is in capitals. It screams in my head.
The screams turn into white light. Blinding.
When he's quiet, I love him.
He's with me behind the black curtain.
He likes to judge. It pisses me off.
I believe he hides behind a white curtain.
We are such opposites.
When we meet, its like hide n seek,
From behind our curtains.
We will likely never meet.