Dear me;
you know what?
You're not one of them.
The ones whom bullied you in the past.
The ones whom called you the "swallower?"
You're not the people whom look on their phones.
You're the one whom listens to music that cheers you up.
In front of the school bus with your headphones and your phone.
You're not trying to fit in,
because you know it's makes you stupid.
Dear me;
Don't get all pressured in this boy.
He's using you.
He planed this fake wedding because he's in love with you.
All he wants is to kiss you.
And hooks up with you.
Dear me;
Yes, you kind of like girls.
Emily is such a beautiful creature you've met.
You kiss her and touch her breasts.
Kiss her out of this world.
You're thinking,
"Why would you do this?"
And leaves her all alone so early than usual.
You been through heartbreaks.
With your ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend.
All you want is love.
Guess what?
You've got it.
Dear me;
You're not the only one whom had big boobs in third grade
although the girls kind of started puberty in that grade.
Because you realize you're not only one,
You realize it's flat-out normal.
It's normal to have crushes.
Dear me;
You're beautiful.
You're a star.
You're talented.
You're awesome.
You're nice.
I love you.
