She's the quiet girl who's too loud
The one who sits in the back of the class with her head down
Her mind screaming at her to socialize
But she's never good enough, or at least not in her eyes
She's the one who's always over looked
The one who'd rather read a book then go on social media for a quick look
The one who hides her pain behind a smile
Hoping that these books grant her happiness for just a little while
The one who's crushing on someone she knows will never be her's
Because her heart is stupid enough to ignore her brain
She falls for his words, his laugh, and his eyes
If only she could consider him hers or to her "mine"
The one who's too anxious to do anything
And chastises in her mind, "It's not that big of deal, can't you do one simple thing!"
But once she goes to talk in front of a big crowd
Her nervousness claws at her throat, choking her and making no sound
At first glance you'd peg her as dull or boring not thinking about her feelings or heart
Without realizing in a world full of displays she's the real art
For everyone over looks her too
Not thinking about the damage isolation can do
*Not an update, sorry! I just wrote this poem and I thought it really related to Amelia so I decided to post it. I'm working on the next update though and it should be up soon!*
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Faking Confidence
Roman d'amourYou know that feeling where anxiety claws at your throat and suddenly you can't breathe? You try to suck in even just a little bit of air but it never makes it past the lump in your throat? Well that's the feeling I get when Oliver Pickett looks at...
