i often worry what people will say

I’ve been worrying less often

its better off that way.

i walk on the tips of my toes

why i do such things

no one really knows.

i once caught eyes with a beautiful girl

she said to me, “hello”

i said to her, “farewell”.

i crack my hands bone by bone

strangers always stare at me

yet it lets me feel at home.

i string my words into clever phrases

i never show a single soul

and i do not wish their praises.

a stranger smiled at me yesterday

her eyes so full of hope, she left

its better off that way.