i sometimes feel cowardly
especially when you come
next to me,
ignobly lacking in courage
pusillanimously, you disarray
the sound of my breathing
you're discontented,
you're always there
to just find my little
mistakes,
i don't understand,
if you are my teacher
or just a mere critic
i'm now distardly thinkin'
i can't dance with you
staring at me
in this simple
performance .
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