The Trees Talk

+ i sleep the day away, but it is never enough +

Pretty girls aren't supposed to cry on a Friday night,
They're supposed to dress up and wear something tight.
But it's hard to do when you don't want to.

My mom says to make friends,
But I have friends.
The problem is, they truly wouldn't like the person that I am if they knew who I truly was.

They don't like the bands that I like,
They don't like the movies I watch,
And most of all they don't understand.
They don't understand when I can't come to a party because, my anxiety is like the devil on my shoulder whispering into my ear all of my flaws.

They don't understand that I'm sad,
They think that being sad is what people do when they want attention.
But I don't want attention,
All I want is to feel okay again.
But, every single day I have to act fake again.

I'm tired of being so tired.
I just want to be okay.
Why can't I just be okay?