I sit here on the floor of my bedroom,
And I fantasize about what the future holds.
Maybe I’ll get to see my friends again
Or go to after school clubs
Maybe I’ll grow more confident
And dress how I truly want
Maybe I’ll tell the world
The reality of who I am
Maybe I’ll be myself more often
But I’m scared they won’t understand...
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
I sit here on the floor of my bedroom,
And I fantasize about what the future holds.
Maybe I’ll get to see my friends again
Or go to after school clubs
Maybe I’ll grow more confident
And dress how I truly want
Maybe I’ll tell the world
The reality of who I am
Maybe I’ll be myself more often
But I’m scared they won’t understand...
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