that people are judging
me because
of this red
sauce
stain and splatter on my
white shirt.
they look me in the eyes
then down
at the shirt,
and i know what they're
thinking.
they think they are better
than me.
they wouldn't
walk around with a spaghetti
stained
shirt, but
they don't know the half
of it.
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