I Meant


It came out wrong.
I did it on purpose
You wanted me to be honest
I found my voice and you can't handle it.
It's so easy for you
The picture isn't fully formed
You judge and wonder why I have nothing to say.
Socially awkward
Constant worrier
The only place I allow my own vulnerability.
No fear of death
Curiosity is me
I should care more
But I don't care at all.

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