There are time when <br />I think that maybe if <br />I opened up more to people <br />And was more sociable <br /> <br />Then maybe people <br />Might actually like me <br />And I would have alot more friends <br /> <br />People can extremely judgemental <br />And when you don't give them much <br />To go off of they can greatly misjudge you <br />It's no flaw on anyones part <br />It's just human nature <br /> <br />I would like to get <br />To know more people <br />And make more friends <br />But the possibility that they <br />Actually won't like me still exist <br />And I'm scared by it too much <br /> <br />I'm overly critical of myself <br />And I think I have a million character flaws <br />And I'm not that interesting <br /> <br />And I expect people to see me the same way <br />Even though people almost never see me <br />The way i see myself<br /><br />Beth Ann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/theres-times-when-i-think/
