Last year I tried to learn

What makes me so insecure

What better way to pass the time

I lost myself in my mind


I just want to hear the words you speak

When I’m not around

What do you think?

Think I’m hopeless?

I think I think too much

Bruised and broken

Covered up in blush


Tell me what’s wrong

With forcing myself to write it down

Never make a sound

Never second-guess


I’m the fly on the wall

But I’m too blind to see

I’m the view from your room

Come look straight through me

Victoria Garcia

Originally published in the 2013-2014 edition of Outside In.