I feel like I question myself more now

Trying things they don’t seem to think matter

I feel like the worst thing I can do sometimes

Is nothing

So I do something, anything, just to get myself


Somewhere, the buttons line up

And the smiles sign the dotted line

I’m not very good at making friends

But it’s not as if I’ve ever been

So I never fail to achieve unrealistic goals

And the ones I reach have meaning

Because I know that each smile

Is one I didn’t know I had inside me

Until now I didn’t realize how happy I could be

I’m so speechless, I’m so free

I think I’m writing less

Because I’m enjoying

Everything I used to write to avoid

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