Then I met another boy.
This time, I was more careful.
I didn't bother to show him the real me
Because it would make our potential friendship toxic.
The last thing I wanted to do
Was make someone else hurt.
I didn't want to tell him about myself,
And so I masked it.
Fake smiles, feigned laughter, plastic attitude.
For him.
YOU ARE READING
talk me down
Short Storythe less time that i spend with you, the less you need to heal
