I wonder every day:
Do you like me?
You look at me sometimes.
I wonder what it could mean.
I wonder if I feel to you what you feel to me.
I smiled at you today and you smiled back at me.
I wondered if there was something more behind that smile.
My smile hid the fact that I like you.
Does your smile hide something more?
I now wonder did your smile hide something?
Do you like me?
I wonder.
Redwoods standing tall and strong.
sycamores with mushroom-like foliage.
Maple with their sap soon to be syrup.
Willows weeping in the new dawn light.
Cardinals singing on the branches of a oak tree
Every day
I feel like I am constantly being watched.
Judged
And looked down upon.
I know that this might not be true
But I feel the same regardless.
Because that is human nature.
As a teenager I am expected to conform.
Even though people tell you that you should be distant “stand out from the crowd” the second you do they tell you “what are you doing?”
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