I don't know why I run out of words before I start talking
Mayde it's because I can't concentrate ?
I don't know why I can't make any noise
Maybe it's because I am scared of failure ?
I don't know why I am trying to look pretty
Maybe it's because I was called ugly ?
I don't know why I am scared of emotions
Maybe it's because they were laughing at me becouse I showed them ?
I don't know why I hate loud noises
Maybe it's because I feel safe when it's quiet ?
I dont't know why I feel so alone in the room full of people
Maybe it's because I am diffrent ?
I don't know why I hate teenagers
Mayde I despite them ?
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*Trying-to-write-something-deep-and-meaningful-but-can't*
PoetryI have no idea what am I doing. Please don't take it seriously (let's ignore the fact that there is a galaxy pepe staring at you). I will probably write something that makes no sense, sorry 'bout mistakes, english is not my mother language ! Aaand...
