Count your lucky stars that you don’t have the thoughts that I think of.
All these constant fears floating to the surface realized.
And acting out at anytime would find my mind out of line.
Staring goofily at all the kids who think they “don’t belong”.
And acting out at anytime would find my mind out of lining up to see the latest love that everyone is talkin about.
I still make it out. There’s nothing wrong with me.
Everywhere I go I see the crazies think they’re after me. I’m well beyond a teen angst home just me and shows that get along. I’ll scream and shout and no one minds unless of course its out of time and then the stares come back at me and I’m right back in to where I belong.