Why am I afraid to see the ones I used to
be comfortable being around?
Why don't I feel like standing on that same
safe firm ground?
Maybe that place isn't safe now.
Why is a 'sociable' person like me
left alone on this Friday night?
Why nothing at all today feels right?
Maybe they tried too less
Maybe I needed the spotlight.
The point of all this is me
Thinking too much into things
Expecting too much
Of what they can bring
Horrified when that
awkwardness stings.
Today, I left school to paint a picture,
I always bring the colors,
I myself am the colors.
I just needed the brush,
Am I asking for too much?
And now the teachers turned away
Refused to hear what
happened that day
So I left,
nothing was I allowed
To say.
My self is twice crushed..
Still I need the brush.
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