I'm too scared, too scared to ask someone, even a close family member to turn the air down in the car.
Instead of asking, I'll bear the cold and freeze my butt off. Too scared because I feel as though everyone else must be hot, so I'll brave the conditions, even if I'm not.
Too scared to ask someone for something from a store, even if it's merely a dollar or less.
Too scared to ask my cousin or my own mother to turn their hotspot back on. They turned it on for me before and told me I could use it, but I don't want to ask. Do I feel needy? Maybe I feel bad. Making them pay extra for me, me, even though it was their decision and had nothing to do with me.
Too scared to tell them that I'm hungry so I deal with the pain, too scared for some reason, some reason only known to my brain.
Scared, scared, scared.
Why am I so scared?
Is scared even the right word?
I don't even know.
I'll sit and take it all so others don't have to,
an act some might see as noble,
but others might see as stupid, idiotic.
I guess it's both.
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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
Poetry❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one...
