Shitty poetry – 2am 

I’m a prude. There I said it. Nobody thinks about me or people like me except when they want to play.

I’ve never been to parties. I’m always in the lib, trying to keep my head down. Hiding behind friends. Friend.

I hide the jealousy with responsibility, but it comes off as me being a prude. Why can’t be like them?

Blindly having fun with guns and knives. They enjoy beer with bloody hands. Lights would the only thing I would enjoy with them.

I will never pull them to where I am, but it isn’t fair for them to trap me here. Alone in the dark with the monsters. I need light.

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Author: awkwardfanaa

Loves to get lost in music and books. Always trying to decipher the true meaning of Life. Likes watching movies. Eats tons of sweets but favors chocolate covered macadamia nuts.

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