Or Maybe

(Prelude: This is a poem I wrote when I was in my feelings overthinking about high school. 9/12/15)

I wonder what people think of me? 

Often asked. Seldom answered. Even if they do answer how do I really know that's how they feel. They might be sparing my feelings or automatically (subconsciously) bias because they feel bad that you're even insecure enough to ask

Do they think I'm funny? Maybe. Hopefully not. 

Thoughtful? No. 

They wouldn't think that because they never gave me a chance

Or maybe they judged me too early in my life, before I became who I am now

Or maybe it was my fault for thinking they were "cool"

I miss people I never knew