The pain.
To sneak down those ragged hallways
Eyes peaking just above my textbook
The never-ending judgment
The hurt.
A weed in a patch of roses
A bee in a flutter of butterflies
A rock in a pile of smooth sand
The burn.
A single mistake
Could mean a lifetime
But a lifetime could mean a mistake.
The feeling of being "her".
To sneak down those ragged hallways
Eyes peaking just above my textbook
The never-ending judgment
The hurt.
A weed in a patch of roses
A bee in a flutter of butterflies
A rock in a pile of smooth sand
The burn.
A single mistake
Could mean a lifetime
But a lifetime could mean a mistake.
The feeling of being "her".
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