filter12

I learned early
          	that if I’m loud enough
          	no one hears the crack in my voice.
          	
          	So I became the punchline.
          	The comic relief.
          	The girl who says “I’m fine”
          	like it’s a talent show.
          	
          	They say I light up the room.
          	What they mean is—
          	I make it easier for everyone else to shine.
          	
          	I’m the one boys confess to
          	about the girls they really want.
          	They call me “safe.”
          	Like I’m a waiting room
          	and not a destination.
          	
          	I laugh first
          	before anyone can laugh at me.
          	It’s easier that way.
          	If I make it a joke,
          	it doesn’t count as rejection.
          	
          	In every group photo
          	I tilt my head just right,
          	stand slightly behind,
          	perfect the art
          	of almost disappearing.
          	
          	And the worst part?
          	I know exactly what I’m doing.
          	
          	I know I shrink myself
          	into something lovable.
          	Something easy.
          	Something that doesn’t take up space.
          	
          	But sometimes
          	when the room goes quiet
          	and the mirrors stop lying—
          	
          	I wonder
          	who I would’ve been
          	
          	if I didn’t have to be funny
          	to be forgiven
          	for existing.

tiny_moonie

@filter12 beautiful... But sad T T 
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_nicol73_

@filter12 no worries baccha
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mysterious_bhoo

@bio oh it cuts deep, u ok?

filter12

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mysterious_bhoo

i am in love with ur writing!

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143seungmin4eva

filter12

I learned early
          that if I’m loud enough
          no one hears the crack in my voice.
          
          So I became the punchline.
          The comic relief.
          The girl who says “I’m fine”
          like it’s a talent show.
          
          They say I light up the room.
          What they mean is—
          I make it easier for everyone else to shine.
          
          I’m the one boys confess to
          about the girls they really want.
          They call me “safe.”
          Like I’m a waiting room
          and not a destination.
          
          I laugh first
          before anyone can laugh at me.
          It’s easier that way.
          If I make it a joke,
          it doesn’t count as rejection.
          
          In every group photo
          I tilt my head just right,
          stand slightly behind,
          perfect the art
          of almost disappearing.
          
          And the worst part?
          I know exactly what I’m doing.
          
          I know I shrink myself
          into something lovable.
          Something easy.
          Something that doesn’t take up space.
          
          But sometimes
          when the room goes quiet
          and the mirrors stop lying—
          
          I wonder
          who I would’ve been
          
          if I didn’t have to be funny
          to be forgiven
          for existing.

tiny_moonie

@filter12 beautiful... But sad T T 
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_nicol73_

@filter12 no worries baccha
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_nicol73_

Believe me YOU ARE A FAIRY AN ANGEL! THIS BIO DOESN'T SUITS YOU 

filter12

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_nicol73_

@filter12 I SAID YES ☹️
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