I'm caught in fragile glass, trying to crawl out but it's too far to reach out. It's getting dark, yet I'm still stuck in this colourless cylinder. No hole to escape and I'm left alone in here.
All of them in the class are heather, I'm the only one that's drowned by the weather. I just wish I could turn into a thin air, I just don't feel enough to be in. They are too perfect for my eyes, I'm afraid I might lose mine. I'm stuck in this small box, I have no way to call out.
My insecurities getting over me and the anxiety that plays my role on the stage are full of uncertainty. Never sure if I was suited for the one I wanna pursue. Feeling broken and cried to someone I never thought I would. It was a heavy stone on the beginning itself which caught me offhand and stumble. I was almost at the point to give up my dream but the assurance received gave me a little hope. A little hope that holds me, my dream, by a small thread lingering to the cliff.
A/N: should really get this thought off of my mind...
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Spill Me
Teen FictionSpill me, a place where I scribble random thoughts. A place where you can relate, find comfort and simply enjoy the roller coaster of emotions. The chapters are not connected unless mentioned there, each chapter is just random drafts, filled with em...
