too embarrassed to wear something pink
hiding her face an irreplaceable disgrace
not wanting to be seen on the iPhone screen
blaming her own mind for whatever she has been
ridiculously crazy or so it may seem
The truth is unbearable, to hear
her heart is anxious, so she lives in fear
scared to be noticed, scared to travel
so afraid her life would unravel
awkwardly social, difficultly knows all
waiting behind the line, waiting to fall
“pretentiously playing”
that’s what people are saying
while she spends her life in panic
forever on knees praying
confusing her inability with confused sexuality
never knowing the reality of her actuality
One day she will see her need can be
one day when she finds actual reality
settling for what is, expectations a miss
having a warm heart, loving is bliss
trusting in friends without the require to kiss
settling down easy, losing anxiousness
Be free of worry maybe, go to sleep little lady
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