Questions in the Heart of a Thrower
Am I too curvy, too muscly, for boys to like me?
Why do they look right past me?
Am I beautiful?
Why don't my best friends
ask me to come along
since I always make sure they
feel included every time?
Why do I always feel
like everyone in the world
is my friend
when I don't even know who they are?
Why do I see the world so differently?
What happened to the Mayans?
Where does my train of thought originate?
Do people watch me and laugh
behind their hands as I do something ridiculous?
Why am I unable to control my eating?
Why do I continue eating after finishing a massive dinner?
Will I ever get any answers
once this javelin flies from my hand?
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