And just for thought...
He reads his book, frantically jotting down notes.
I would like to talk to him but what to say?
The moment I start jabbering I'll look like a fool or so history has proven.
I look like a bum today anyway,
a hoodlum with my bandanna and tattoo showing tank,
but since when have I cared about that?
I've always dug my own style.
He looks preppy.
He probably goes to some prestigious college, aspiring to work in a windowless office.
Nah, I don't want to save the whales with him.
I probably pegged him all wrong.
He's probably a convict or is married with twelve kids.
Yep, there's the ring.
Sometimes my inability to converse with people does indeed save my ass.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.