I am scared
I am scared of:
Library fines, because who has $231?
Empty beds, because it's cold not sleeping in your embrace
Monologues, because I am not Catherine the Great
I am not anything great
I do not have anything to offer except borrowed money and a substandard body
I do not like:
Being inferior, because PSAT scores make me sad
Being compared, because mama I can't be your pride and precious
Being slighted, because I was raised as a pride and precious
Doubts creep
Speculations over facebook chat
I'm not the sort of person to end things
I want everything and everyone and I guess
That is why I'm a bad person to love
It's times like these that I miss being held
Lately my words have been getting harsher, facetiously burning
Blithe behaviour that those with wisdom frown upon
I don't care
I just want to have fun
I do not wish to hurt
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