whenever a boy smiles at me or looks at me for a few seconds longer than normal

or catches my eye and looks away all embarassed

or comes up to me to ask me a stupid question

or simply just stares without being embarassed

or sends me a message being like

hey how are you these days? i miss you!

i cringe because

romance is sickening and it’s just like

please

go

away

there

is

nothing

to

stare

at

so

mo­ve

along

now

stupid

boys with their butterfly filled heads trying to get close enough

for the butterflies to fly into my mouth and multiply in my belly

well nice try but

it’s not gunna happen

*sucka

The Horror

Words cannot express how absolutely tragic this is.

Poor babies, sweet angels, gone in a moment.

Shinning young young faces stripped of their future.

No words, no words.

Go ahead.
Be my guest, try to imagine all the pressure I go through each day.

Teenage angst is not something that ordinarily ices over me but now, I just can't help it.
The hot tears burn my cheeks because the one time I try, I really, really try to tell you, you don't even slightly understand.

So I feel alone.

Cause if you don't want to hear it, no one will.

And you say I'm dramatic.

Because all the tears that are coming out now are from my self centered nature, right?
Not from my long week, or my insecurities, not form all the heat that burns me from putting on this mask again and again every single time I walk through the door.

No, I'm sorry, my bad, I didn't mean to waste your time.

Innocence is ruined

when in first grade

the sound of fireworks celebrating freedom

takes you back to a day in a classroom

that almost ended your life