Boisterous and Loud
I scream and shout
You hear me from across the room
I'm a bright prescence even when you want nothing to do but get away
Always laughing
Wearing a constant grin
Doing my best to pull out a smile or a chuckle
You don't know
But I'm a bundle of anxiety
Worrying and questioning
Thinking always of what I've done wrong and forgetting
All I've done right
I sit in school
I'm constantly told I'm bright
But it isn't enough
I look at my dismal grades
And I want nothing more than to give up
No one knows
No one sees
My laughter is bright
And blinding
I won't let anyone see
They can't
And I will never let them
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