On the outside:
Hi!
-Hey.
How are you?
-I’m good, what about you?
I’m good, thanks.
In my head:
Oh, if only they knew
That I am the complete opposite of “good”
But I have to say that I am
Because society hates
When we wear our hearts on our sleeves
In their head:
Yeah, sure
I’m totally “good”
Well
I guess she isn’t either
But that’s just how it goes
Back outside:
Well, I’ll see you later!
-Yeah, see you later!
(They both walk away)
Inside our heads:
I hope I don’t see them later.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
On the outside:
Hi!
-Hey.
How are you?
-I’m good, what about you?
I’m good, thanks.
In my head:
Oh, if only they knew
That I am the complete opposite of “good”
But I have to say that I am
Because society hates
When we wear our hearts on our sleeves
In their head:
Yeah, sure
I’m totally “good”
Well
I guess she isn’t either
But that’s just how it goes
Back outside:
Well, I’ll see you later!
-Yeah, see you later!
(They both walk away)
Inside our heads:
I hope I don’t see them later.
Most of the time, people don’t say what the really feel.
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