My brain says don’t go they won’t like you at all
You’re talkative and loud and ridiculous and tall
You’re so country you’re city you’re so nothing they’ll all see
and these repetitious thoughts stay haunting me
so I breathe in and then I breathe out
I put on my makeup and smile at my doubt
These lies in my head aren’t fun, its true
but they keep a bitch humble sometimes too
So I go to the thing with the people anyway
Terrified they won’t like me and make my silver feel gray
and wrong everytime I always happen to be
as soon as a bunch of people get a load of me
I’m actually quite magnetic, entertaining and slightly smart
I look like I’m listening and if I can’t do nothing I can talk
Sometimes I’m even funny and nay, witty 30 minutes in
and perhaps if I keep showing up, I’ll make an external friend
to remind my brain to learn pathways that can change so bring on the novelty
may my self hatred’s hesitation never take hold of the action in me
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My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 