inward
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Everyday is Hell.
Everyday I go through the motions
I engage in the small talk
I try my best to socialize
Everyday my head is filled with fog
Just shut up!
Please, be quiet!
For the love of humanity,
of God,
(the one you refuse to believe in),
SHUT UP!
You will eventually grow
Even if it is really slow
With this experience you will have learned
All the fears will be overturned
Selfishness, pride
Her ego, her snide
Bright blue eyes,
Shiny hair
Something more lies under there.
Happy and giddy,
Her grin wide with glee
She’s got the sharpness in tounge
