I sit quietly,
Dreading all that I have to say.
Destroying myself,
Worrying that the words won't form.
So I dive deep and don't come up to breathe
Its a train wreck.
I'm stepping on glass,
Silently hurting feelings;
Those grimaces, I can see them.
The disappointment, I notice it.
The pressure, I feel it.
Be the good kid,
Never make a mistake.
We expect you to go far.
And if I stumble I'm not sure ill recover.
Your stares tend to hold me in place.
Irritation engulfs me.
Petty minor excuses for my behavior.
My music turned all the way up.
I can hear them.
You're one of us.
You are one of us.
I am not one of you.
