Im a little concerned by
the way you sit yourself
always upon the chair by the door
as if you waiting for something or someone
to fall,
Im a little unsettled by
the nature of which you pass
pass by all the people
not giving them a chance
at all,
Im a little worried by
the way you run away
and hide away from everyone
and dont come out to see
us all
Im a little freaked out now,
as to me this poem rings true,
it wasnt you i based it on..
simply me, my thoughts
thats all.
