I walk in the hallways now,
seeing friends smiling at me,
and the smile I return
is no longer a plastered
mask.
Long talks are a
daily commodity,
be them great,
or not so much.
I’m happy that
I can talk to them.
Happy that they
want to talk to me.
Happy that I get to be
with people that don’t
know how fake I was,
and that accept me
because Maddy
IS important.
However, I am mostly
just happy that I can be
me.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
I walk in the hallways now,
seeing friends smiling at me,
and the smile I return
is no longer a plastered
mask.
Long talks are a
daily commodity,
be them great,
or not so much.
I’m happy that
I can talk to them.
Happy that they
want to talk to me.
Happy that I get to be
with people that don’t
know how fake I was,
and that accept me
because Maddy
IS important.
However, I am mostly
just happy that I can be
me.
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