there is an imaginary road in my head

David Fishkind

i’ve noticed people in public places
who i want to talk to
i get so afraid to talk to them
i shove my face deeper into my book
and peek out every now and then
but the people i want to talk to are gone
they are whispering about me somewhere
about how i have a great taste in literature
and how i am probably the next ‘big thing’
about how i am so well-dressed
i look smart
none of these things are true
these people don’t say any of these things
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