add one lie
and two people
three more words
two more heartbreaks
one less lie

i don't think i am all that pretty
i live in a city
i don't even know why i chose this word but litty
i do find pizza to be quite fitting
i feel like i am always sitting
i hate the sound of baseball bats when they are hitting
i hate it when people look at me with pity
i'm kinda of funny and can often be witty
i much prefer crocheting to knitting
my favorite hobby must be forgetting
the sound of styrofoam is ear-splitting
this poem is looking pretty ******
i should have stopped this before the beginning
i'm not sure if that last line rhymed.. it didn't who am i kidding?

i hate taking tests
my handwriting is not the best
i wish cried a lot less
i experience WAY too much stress
i never feel the need to dress for success
i just barely learned how to play chess
i've got a lot of secrets i don't plan to confess
i slept all day, but i still need a rest
i don't know why everything has to be a contest
i really don't like movies about the wild west
i think my favorite word just might be yes
school is such a pest
i've never stuck gum under a desk
i get one penny a month in interest
another word for a clown is a jest
i've never read consumser's digest
my prescribed medicine is the only controlled substance i ingest
i am firmly against ******
i don't understand what makes the shaving of a citrus a zest
the top of a soundwave is called a crest
birds keep their eggs inside of a nest
i really think this idea has me possessed
its not even that good but i keep making progress
i'm gonna end this before it all becomes a mess
i hope my rhymes have left you impressed

I am. Afraid.
I am afraid of getting any older, and still accomplishing nothing of note.
I am afraid that I will let my family down.
I am. Afraid.
I am afraid that I am wasting my time.
I am afraid that I will alienate the people I love.
I am afraid I will lose them.
I am. Afraid.
I am afraid that I am dishonest with myself.
I am afraid that there are sides of me that I can't control.
I am afraid that I will change for the worst and not be the best version of myself.
I am. Afraid.
I am afraid if I bite my tongue anymore it will fall off.
I am. Afraid.