Here I am,
Running
Running to catch my train
I have someone in my head though
Two people
Both confessed to me
I don't know who to choose
No one's ever confessed to me before
And to think that they did
Is insane to me
I'm still mentally working through the idea that people think I'm cute
I've never felt cute
I cried later that night after one of them confessed online
I felt pride
Pride for the fact that I was considered cute
Pride for the fact that I have friends
Pride for the fact that people accept me
Pride for the fact that people actually like me
I wore my favorite jacket today
Cause people said I looked great in it
I did my hair nicely
Or as nice as I could manage
It's been a mind toss so far
But I'm excited
I have two people who like me
I want to be the nice guy
In every situation
I don't want to cause any pain
And I know that relationships always cause pain
I know for a fact
I'm scared to go for it
My fear is holding me back
I don't want to hurt someone again
Whether on accident or not
So I hold out
Like a solider on a battlefield
I wait
Waiting for either backup or a way to strike
I'm terrified and excited
My self esteem doesn't agree to me being called cute
I'm not cute it tells me
Look at the imperfection
Look at that one
Look at how everything is too big to fit you, cause you are a "shrimp"
It's an internal battle in every way
I just hope it ends okay
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Trapped in a poetic mind
ŞiirPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
