mental health day
i don’t know who i am, so i don’t know how to act.
it doesn’t help that you make me incredibly nervous.
so i don’t speak, shuffle my feet, twist my hands and
chew my fingernails down to the skin.
this isn’t who i am.
this isn’t how i act.
i feel like there’s something so special inside of me that doesn’t quite know how to get out.
or maybe i’m a narcissistic dreamer who’s actually quite boring and ordinary.
