Maybe I want to be a cute
Little boy who wears
Flower crowns and
Suspenders.
Maybe I want to wake up
At 9 in the morning
And feel good.
Maybe I want to have
A family that accepts me.
I want to be a perfect man
For everyone,
But I cant.
I'm just a boy who lays in
His bed until 1 in the afternoon
And eats junk food all day.
A boy who doesn't want to
Leave his room because
He's scared of what will
Happen if he does.
A boy who never has any
Motivation to go anywhere
And never leaves the house.
A boy who has to take vitamins
Because he doesn't get enough
Sunlight.
A boy who doesn't want to take
Showers because he's scared of
People walking in and seeing
His gross body.
A boy who's room looks like
A mess.
A boy who can't get his shit
Together.
A boy who's a fucking idiot.
A boy who's me.
M.R
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