Creativity641

Hey younger me

You're doing great.

I believe in you.

If at this time you feel as though you don't have many friends, that's okay.

You'll get another one soon.

Sitting at a desk.

A small apartment.

Peeling wallpaper.

One window.

Hair in a messy ponytail.

Typing on a computer.

Bags under my eyes.

Plants on the windowsill.

I’ve already fallen for them,

But they’re in love with the shy girl with the pretty hair.

This person I’ve fallen for,

They’ll never realize that I’m waiting by the door.

A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.

Whirring past at a million miles per hour.

Filling my head with noise.

The world makes it louder.

Scene One

(Stage)

(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)

Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!

Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.

Is she truly me or someone else entirely?

Is it real or just a mask?

And if she's just a mask, then who am I?

Am I surrounded by lights?

Or shadows?