Ive learnt not to trust my own smile.
Ive learnt to make it my camouflage
Slippin in and out of paper thin sarcasm,
Feeling Cold in my own skin.
I laugh at my own pretences.
Its the only way to feel normal. To feel something.
Anxious.
My body is borrowed.
There is no right way of doing anything.
I beat myself up about what comebacks i should've used.
What i shouldve said.
How i should've acted..
Anxious.
Paper thin.
***** face is the new rest face.
On guard 24/7.