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Maybe…

Maybe…

Fishbowl in my head

He is a tired soul,
He doesn’t waste a minute!
He pushes his boundaries,
He achieves things she doesn’t!

She wants to know him more,
He is the only one who feels so close.
He talks but always in a hurry,
‘I’m not good enough!’, she worries…

He hides behind a mask of diplomacy,
Always the nice guy,
Never being personal or rude!
She begs him, ‘At least be frank with me dude!’

Hiding what he truly feels,
He expresses himself in the field.
Breaking his geek image,
He plays his heart out on the stage…

Is it her success, status or her clinging,
Making him never go away,
But never really stay.
Is it a need for a boy’s company,
She is still unsure of this feeling…

Maybe he fears the same.
Uncertain of future successes,
Refusing to recognise feelings,
He’s afraid of breaking his dreams…

Maybe she fears…

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