my visions blurred
tear streaks on my face
a strange feeling is in my head
stomping my feet
waving my hands back and forth
embarrasment eludes me
but overwhelms my companions
they say silently "I'm not with you"
but they're sitting right next to me
I burst out in fits like this
no reason why
it just happens
these fits make me, me
written after way too much caffiene and ten times too much obnoxiousness.
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