Honestly
I breathe in and out
I am not a zombie
I hate no-one
I am scared of heights
I wish people would let me lie
People dislike me for being me
I can't speak without running away with my words
I can stay silent for hours
I am temperamental
I find boys confusing and wonder why they do the things they do
I like mysteries that don't end in mysteries
I don't dot my i's
I remember everything
I am trying to pretend I have somewhere to go
I am alone
You can't hear me, not really
I see but it blinds me
The people say my name wrong
I hate new things and change
I like everything but hate when all eyes are on me
My eyes are huge but my smile awakens my face
I pretend to be happy
I am living just to die
My honesty isn't the whole truth
I hide the worst things about my life
I don't answer, the phone rings on
I stay still so people forget me
People forget that I breathe
I am on the wall
I will jump before I fall
I love to never give up
I am living in my stories
I am searching for my destiny.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.