Serious, Cautious, Curious

It’s always her fault, No matter how much she tries to help. Doesn’t matter that she just wants them okay. It’s just her fault that she isn’t fun. Her fault for being too serious. Too cautious. Too curious. She doesn’t take any more risks, wants to keep the peace. Wants to make sure everyone’s okay puts others first she starts losing her own piece She's forgotten who she used to be who she is, is whoever they need her to be. Doesn’t matter they raised her that way Taught to care, taught to stay still her fault when she’s too plain Still her fault when she hides the pain when she stops, it’ll all go to vain Then one day she’ll stop being serious, cautious curious she’ll stop showing up then they ask “why’d you stop” like they didn’t call her boring like they didn’t shut her down Like they didn’t hurt her without warning. She’ll panic- “i’m just busy,” she lies truth sits heavy behind her eyes She could never tell the real reason why That she stopped because they called her lame called her quiet, a nerd so much shame Those voices still replayed Sometimes she doesn’t feel part of the group Screw sometimes, its all the time and it hits. She doesn’t understand why its never enough why being so kind is so tough she doesn’t get that when she does her best, it can never be enough She tries so hard, Only ends up feeling small. She doesn’t want attention— She just wants them to hear her never not at all Maybe the day she stops it’ll all go in vain