Tea time more with hot air against your skin.
Not sure whether it can be balance air.
Being part of own group but being small to this world.
Hating your new one.
Envy her with swear myself.
Craziness that used to do.
Hating friday be more like razoring your words.
Sounds be like a coward.
Sometimes facing the world just not really you.
Crossing heart so can be bestie.
Wondering if you are true in my eyes.
Trembling hands while faking face.
Just for you to know.
Want to be true.
But fear of stupidity.
Ending up using this ink.
~gray~
