Writing

You

Don't get it

Don't get me

Where did the magic go?

I literally do have to be the best

You can't see outside your own opinions

And I'm a hypocrite

Following a faulty compass but

When I was little

My favorite color

Was pink

I wore dresses

To school

With matching

Floral headbands

Then I turned ten

Is it so wrong for you to look at me?

Is it so bad to smile my way?

You act like I'm untouchable, a flea,

But yet you kiss me whispers and my hair you play. 

I wasn't always like this-

I wasn't always with friends or have perfect grades. I didn't always have shoulder lengthen hair.

I didn't always have eyes that changed colors depending on everything. 

i'm different from how i was a week ago

a week ago, i could remember so many days,

and i would've never considered joining cheer.

a week ago, she and i were still friends.

a week ago, i didn't feel like crying. 

Breaking thoughts into pieces
Taking hours, sweetheart
Bury your face in your hands,
Let the tears flow