I'm Not Sure

sometimes, the words come out wrong.
it's always when i'm around other people,
ones that care about me
to some degree.

i didn't mean to say i'm colorblind.
i'm not. i can see perfectly fine.
i don't know why i said i was allergic to avocadoes.
i've never even had one.

i didn't have a terrible headache during musical.
i had one, yes, but it wasn't as bad as i'd said.
i said i didn't hurt myself while i was riding my bike.
but when i took a shower, my leg ached, so so badly.

maybe it's not the words that come out wrong.
it's just something up here
in my mind
screwing up these words that i hold so dear.

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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