It's so hard to know,
What they think of me.

Though they say,
Sweet words now..

Would it be the same,
When I go?

So hard to know,
What they think!

Might be just me..
Over thinking, again..

But then again,
I am an adolescent..

That's what I do,
I over think.

Again,
And again..

It would be the same,
Until I grow..

But until then,
What they think of me,
I would certainly want to know.

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(15th August 2017)

Happy Independence Day!

©AmyParkins