This big thing. It's pretty big.
The world sees it, feels it, scents it,and even smells it. You can hear it as well. It's a feeling that no one expresses unless they are brave enough.
Or when they are sick of hiding it.
But that will never be me.
So, enjoy the fact that I'll be hidden in my own little hole. I'll be out there, but that feeling won't be. I'm just like everybody else in the world but I find that this doesn't need to be out.
The words are out there, you see those feeling roam the halls. They mostly disgust me because I hate it when they just block the hall simply to show the feeling. The sweet words make me wanna puke, the peer pressure to be perfect make me suicidal, well, not really since I'm not that kind of person. But still, it just sounds true to others and even me since peer pressure shouldn't be involved with this.I respect it, fine, because I may be in it someday, but when I need to get to class, you better move. That feeling means nothing to me then.
Here we go again, NO. I won't spill anything. Fear over powers me, and this feeling lets it.
I kind of have no other choice there, ha-ha.
If you want to, go ahead. I might just surprise you.
