Would I leave them? The new group. The special one. The one that seems to care.
Would they notice the loss or would only that select few realize? Those special people.
Would I show them the pain, the sorrow?
Would they still take me? Love me? Accept me? My family. The second one.
Would they understand? Probably, but there will always be doubters. Always.
Would they understand me? My reasoning? Even if they listen. Some will twist the story. Someone always does.
Would they do that though? Are they like the others? The others wouldn't send purple hearts like clockwork. Or the words I Love You every night. They support each other. Yet why am I skeptical? I entered last after all. Compared to all these musicians. Singers. Rappers. One can play the piano. Violins; Seconds and firsts. Violas. Cellos. This is high school orchestra after all.
They don't need a dancing wilting rose, like me, with them. They'll shine on their own.
