If only the good die young
Does that make me a terrible person?
Should I be on my knees begging for forgiveness?
Since i didn't die as a child, instead got to enjoy my life?
i'm sorry I don't cry myself to sleep at night, for having a beating heart
Thats just not the way I was raised
I was taught to embrace the small moments, instead of wishing I was dead
So again let me express my sorrow for having a happy life
For one must live in sorrow, since I am a horrid person
But what is the point of dying young, if we were promised a lifetime?
Even though our world has many problems, i'm glad I get to see them all work out
I want to go to college and have a good job, raise children with a loving husband
Is that really to much to ask?
My mother is my role model, but since she's still alive
Your telling me I don't even have her to look up to?
Excuse me for my rudeness, but that's an idiotic thing to say
For all mothers are amazing, do you know how much work they do?
What about my baby sister,
Should I be praying that she die? And never live to see her first birthday?
Again,please pardon my manners, but who ever came up with that is an awful person
That probably lived to be 200, which would insult them to the fullest extent
If only the good die young.

Big crowds
Sweaty palms
White face
Blurry vision
Speaking aloud
Only air
Falling down
Passing out
Hospital nurses
Diagnosing problems
Only one
Social anxiety.

My mother tells me its not normal
To be so afraid to talk
She tells me im becoming antisocial
And we cant have a freak in our house
So just open your mouth and words will come out
Dont make me do this the hard way
social interaction is a word I fear like the devil
She takes me to parties clubs and more
Paying no attention to the white that has spread throughout my body
I raised my hand in class today
The teacher stared at me in shock, forgetting to call on me
When I opened my mouth to say the words
Nothing came
Im told to just get over it
Nobody likes an antisocial girl
I try so hard it hurts
Suddenly im shaking
My hands are clammy
My voice is air
My breathing is staggered
My head is spinning
My vision is blurry
And im told to try more
What I do isn't enough
Being quiet is unacceptable.
My mother tells me its not normal
to be so afraid to talk