don't you dare believe in all your mind tells you.
don't listen to what it always says to you.
it'll end up twisting everything you do.
you won't be the same, you'll be new.
usually you'd just sit in the back,
never talk,
only speak when spoken to.
but now you're not.
theres a little shell
and you're poking through
but that's illegal.
to everyone,
to him and
all he knows,
and you.
you can't be happy
you're not allowed to.
it'll only get ruined
and you'll be sad.
something that you're craving is right within reach but your insecurities get in the way and ruin it all.
and that's where your mind tells you that you're an outgoing person with him around because he's not.
and being nice is cute.
and being more outspoken is attractive.
but you need to go back in your shell,
go back to the back,
and stop talking all the goddamn time.
don't get your hopes up for someone who will never feel the same,
who will always just be a friend.
and don't stand up for yourself,
you know damn well your legs are too weak to hold your heavy frame.
you know your body is wearing out just sitting around without anything to do.
what's the point of anything if there nothing to do right now,
while we're still young?
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Poetrylittle outbursts of my mind splattered and spotted it's found on paper in pen -cmh oklahoma senior
