Ask me for a dare, and I will give you the truth
I’ll tell you about how I hate my style
Smile
Humor
Seemingly insecure about how loud my voice is
But yes, I will eat mustard right out of the fridge
I’ll drink pickle juice and run into your brother’s room as he plays video games
Yes, I will approach a stranger in the mall and ask for a hug.
Hope I come across as fun, almost like a ‘yes-girl’
I’m afraid to miss out because I am quite literally not included
Like I went into hibernation, only to have insomnia
I could compare myself to so many things
But nothing could compare to the anxiety that I get when people ask me a truth along the lines of who my crush is
I don’t have one
What about what teacher I think is cute?
I don’t have one either
I’m the odd one out because my perception of love is not the same
I fight back tears in the washroom I excused myself to
I feel a pit in my stomach forming, or it might be the cheese pizza we shared earlier
I’m not sure
All I know is that I need to get out
Out of my head
Body
Thoughts
Self
I’ll return and hope that it’s not my turn again
Maybe they won’t notice that I never flushed the toilet to pretend like I was gone for a reason?
I’m overthinking
And working to make my poker face more than just a Lady Gaga song
Maybe she won’t know that I have a crush on her
But I hope that she does, one day