i stumble over my words now.
it's a fight to wrestle them out of my mouth,
when before the flowed out like a river.
i'm fainter now.
it's a struggle to remember
that my new friends don't find me annoying
and that i don't need to lag behind,
waiting for an invitation.
i'm worse now.
summer is ending and all i have to show
is a quieter me
a nervous me
a wish-i-wasn't-here me
a why-can't-i-just-do-something me
a second-rate me
i stumble over my words now. this poem included.
oh boy have i been having Problems™ lately. :,) it should be an easy fix, but i can't will myself to fix it.