A Poem
“She’s weird!”
I know
I know that I’m weird
But whats more peculiar
Is that she won’t say it to my face
But in a space where the walls
Are thin
And the halls
Are close
“She’s weird!”
I heard her, late at night
Right outside the door
Over the phone to her mom
A friend
I don’t know
In a lower voice than anything else said
And as she said
“She’s weird”
I pulled the cover further over my head
Pretending to be in the sleep she had disturbed
Door clumsily unlocked, making a return through the entrance
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