What They Know

Very short poem about the way I feel sometimes...

I don’t know what happens when my back is turned.
Do I want to? Probably not.
But how curious I am, nonetheless…
What do they say? What do they think?
Am I a bad person? Do I hurt people without knowing it?
Am I not worth anyone’s time?
Would they rather I just leave?
Would everyone be happier if I stayed indoors,
And never emerged from my misery?
Am I just in the way?
Am I doomed to live life,
Void of the love I so crave?
You tell me…