it's dangerous being me. it's like touching the soft spot on a baby's head and knowing you could punch through it with your thumbnail. it's like having a panic attack when there's absolutely nothing to be afraid of and thinking you're so stupid your body's so stiff and you're breathing so fast heart racing and you're sweating and you're so stupid for being afraid so stupid. it's like drowning. it's like drowning until you become a mermaid and then the world flips over and you're drowning again.
it's simple, but complex. it's always hiding in your own secret place, when all along you just want to be found... it's keeping your feelings to yourself, when all along you want to tell everyone. soul screaming, but i am mute, all the same. journeying along a path without a direction, trudging through life, always hoping, being naive, being that girl who cares a lot about everyone and not enough about herself. being careful and daring at the same time. seen as weak but strong inside...
It's a fucking panic attack, a sedative, it's beautiful, it's beautifully lonely, it's fake, it's real, it's nothing, it's everything, it's wonderful, it's a death sentence, it's hopeful, it's filled with choice, love, pain, and loneliness. It's always patient, always waiting, hoping, my eyes are always open. It's sleepless, it's paranoid, it's being who you are, it's not being sure who you are, it's wondering, and pondering, and typing and typing and typing and getting nowhere.
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