Confrontation

My hand is shaking,
My heart is pounding.
Can’t you hear it?
Can you see me?
I need out of this room,
I need to get some fresh air.
Why is this happening?
Why can’t it stop?

Call me what you will,
Call me all sorts of names,
You think I haven’t heard them before?
You think I care what you say about me?

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