I walk through life with an anxious mind,
And the burden of remembering to breath.
My family says I have many abilities
But I think I'm best at the one where I fold in on myself
And disappear.
I am the quiet girl in the back of the class,
Who occupies her time with stories and fictional friends.
And I may feel inferior in the department of drama and boyfriends,
But I hold my head high in the ways that I can read a book in a day,
and have acquired a far bigger vocabulary than your twitter feed has ever called for.
I walk through life with an anxious mind and the heavy heart of being accepted.
My ears are full of the whispers, constantly reminding me,
Don't cross your arms,
be open,
smile,
laugh,
don't say weird things,
just don't talk,
but don't be dull.
My head is so full of fear, My mind is so tired.
I think,
Maybe I'll just stay home and read today.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
I walk through life with an anxious mind,
And the burden of remembering to breath.
My family says I have many abilities
But I think I'm best at the one where I fold in on myself
And disappear.
I am the quiet girl in the back of the class,
Who occupies her time with stories and fictional friends.
And I may feel inferior in the department of drama and boyfriends,
But I hold my head high in the ways that I can read a book in a day,
and have acquired a far bigger vocabulary than your twitter feed has ever called for.
I walk through life with an anxious mind and the heavy heart of being accepted.
My ears are full of the whispers, constantly reminding me,
Don't cross your arms,
be open,
smile,
laugh,
don't say weird things,
just don't talk,
but don't be dull.
My head is so full of fear, My mind is so tired.
I think,
Maybe I'll just stay home and read today.
This was written quite fast, so I may go back and edit it sometime.
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