my tears
they fall
until i crumble.

like that leaf
i picked up in the forest
and it just
crumbled in my hands.

i crumble
like that leaf.

its very easy --
to get obsessed,

getting obsessed
...but with writing?

it can hurt.

because it becomes
your only way
to cope,
to stay sane --

to be okay.

and its hard to
open up to people
after writing for so long.


and having paper
be the only one
who truly understands.

its difficult to be
vulnerable and open
about your feelings
and opinions
when writing them
is all you know.

the thoughts
they just keep on racing,
like they're all competing --
winner gets the reward of
tears flowing.
emotions non-stop.
no runner ups.

and they wont stop.
why wont they stop?

i feel so...
out of place here.
its like they forget
my name
and why im even
there.

my friends forget
im in class
becuase im in the corner,
always
too
quiet.

maybe i need to talk more.
maybe i need to scream how i feel.
maybe i should sit with them...

i know it would solve
this issue
but..
would it really?

i am just known
as the quiet kid
among many.

tell me --
who you are.
where you've been.
because i can't trust anymore.

i can't trust anyone.

between ai,
fake people
and old white lies --
im not sure what's real
and what's not.

maybe my brain
is too twisted
and is making
this all up...

im not sure
what's real
and what's not,
who i can trust
and who i can't --
it's all so confusing.

just leave me be,
maybe it'll spare me
the sympathy
when all my secrets
get dug up.

if you tell a lie,
people cant always
pick it apart
from the truth.

with you --
no one knows
what's real
and what's fake.