Realization

Would it be so bad if people read me like a book?

But like a book, I would be judged and I’m afraid of judges

Saved by the bell

Then a split second later it hits me

I want to do the talent show

But not to win but to be noticed

If I came out without recognition I’d be a wreck

Not because I lost but because I would think that I failed

Though I doubt it so profoundly I know

I live off of approval

If something is disapproved then I strive to improve it

No matter what I originally thought

I can’t stand it and I hate it