Why I’m like this

The sweat drips,

Drips down my neck,

I try to wipe it,

Wipe it from my collar.

He can’t know,

Know my feelings.

I’ll shield my eyes,

My eyes with sunglasses.

Not so brave,

Brave when you’re here.

I’ll tell you one day,

One day why I’m like this.

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