It's funny, really
How it's brushed off by everyone
Everyone who doesn't hold it
Yet wanted by those
Who don't understand
Because it's not just worrying
Every now and then
It's not being nervous
When a new situation arises
It's being too scared
To leave the house
It's not being able to talk to people
Because your mind tells you
They hate you
It' a constant battle
All to feel normal
Not scared for your life
Every time someone touches you
And I'm on the frontline
Because as I talk to someone,
I don't even realize
That I'm grinding my teeth
Or scratching my forearms
Rubbing my feet together
Or focusing on anything but you...
Because if you can't see it
It doesn't exist.
Outta sight,
Outta mind.
Right?
Wrong.
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Little Things
Randomthese will be one shots, short stories, poems, basically anything that i write that doesn't go into a story of mine.
