What's Everyone Thinking

Random Thoughts One Night

My face hurts

from smiling

and talking

and texting first.

Sometimes I'd like

to be alone.

Alone to collect my

thoughts.

I wish I really

knew people.

The people who

would pledge their

allegiance.

The ones who would

fend off enemy fire.

I'd like to blaze

bright inferno.

You may have lit

the fire, but I'm

the one who thought

the flames were warm

and pretty.

I'm the one who brought this

on myself.

I'm going to

stop looking for you.

I still want to be fictional.

Don't follow me.

I over-romanticize

and daydream about

happily ever afer.

My ten-year-old

self needs that

inside of her

to keep her going.

I need to get her hope.

I need to make her proud.

I need to do something

so that she won't think

she needs to be rescued by

the first guy who offers.

If I had a choice,

I would go to Central City

or

become a Time Lord.

Have powers beyond my

understanding.

I would time travel

and adventure and learn.

I don't want to die.

But I don't want to be here.

Not anymore.