Tw:SH
HIDE the voice tells me.
And I believe it,it's always told me what to do maybe,maybe if I were to hide and never be seen again.
They wouldn't laugh at the way I looked those horrifying giggles and those hideous little paper notes being passes around talking about every flaw every mistake about me.
Wishing I'd shrink down and hide in my bagpack.
I sit still looking into my book thinking how i'd hurt myself once the day was over how i'd paint on my own skin not care about the pain.
The voice never leaves it never has.
Always letting me know how horrid I am .
Hoping I'd finally listen but it knows I am no hero.
I wouldn't do it I was sacred of death after all
a coward
A mistake
And it never cared of how loud it got and neither did they.
Enjoying my misery of bring ever so imperfect.
