Wrote something different. Please no comments. Maybe when this blog becomes a book and it's years from now, but for now, I write this blog for me. I just like knowing that other people read it. Make sense?
Dedicated to my cousin Cory who once published a poem I wrote in his school newspaper. I am sure he has no idea how much it meant to me. Also dedicated to Gena who inspired the title. One more, also dedicated to those who know what I'm talking about because they have had days like this too.
Real is Messy
Stuck in this invisible bubble that no one can see
Stuck behind that old mask I thought I threw away
Stuck in an obvious place, but not so obvious to me
Stuck frustrated and too embarrassed to explain
Scared that men watch
Scared to get lost
Scared to pursue friends
Scared to be rejected again
Real is messy
Real is unknown
Real is unwanted
Real is alone
Dedicated to my cousin Cory who once published a poem I wrote in his school newspaper. I am sure he has no idea how much it meant to me. Also dedicated to Gena who inspired the title. One more, also dedicated to those who know what I'm talking about because they have had days like this too.
Real is Messy
Stuck in this invisible bubble that no one can see
Stuck behind that old mask I thought I threw away
Stuck in an obvious place, but not so obvious to me
Stuck frustrated and too embarrassed to explain
Scared that men watch
Scared to get lost
Scared to pursue friends
Scared to be rejected again
Real is messy
Real is unknown
Real is unwanted
Real is alone
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