I’m sorry I cry.
Please try to ignore it for now.
And just know I’m sorry.
You’ve never seen this in me.
To you, I am joy.
Every day I bring the happiness and laughs people love.
Each day. Every day.
I come to school, with my backpack full of
People like it, and I do too.
So that is why I can’t be honest.
People wouldn’t like it. You wouldn’t like it.
I may be full of smiles but they are only to barricade the tears.
Please, please don’t look. It is hard for me to—
HELLO MY NAME IS JOI. I CRY EVERYTIME MY PARENTS SCOLD ME. I MAY NOT BE THE PERFECT CHILD I STRIVE TO BE, BUT HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? YES, I AM EMOTIONAL. HOWEVER NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE. I HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH ONE PERSON BUT THEY DON’T KNOW YET AND I CAN’T WAIT TO TELL THEM. I LOVE TO BE BOLD. I AM AWKWARD, AND TRIP OVER MY OWN SENTENCES. I AM OFTEN TOLD TO STAY QUIET BUT I’M TIRED OF THAT. LOOK AT ME! NOTICE ME! LOOK AT ME!!! NOTICE M—
Oh, goodness. Again, I apologize.
You weren’t supposed to see that.
She is rather loud.
No no, look here instead. Yes, at me.
That will make things so much easier.