Wondering

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if someone is thinking about me.

I wonder if i will ever be good enough.

I wonder if i will ever fall in love again.

I wonder if i will ever be pretty enough to be heard.

 

People don’t listen unless you’re pretty or dead.

I try to be quiet, I rather stay quiet so i won’t get judged for anything i do.

I look my food like it’s too much but yet i eat my food which i don’t want to eat

 

 

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