It hurts,
when I get this way.
All that's on my mind,
seems to be how perfect I can't be.
Sometimes,
I lie in my bed and wish for a rock I could just hide under...
for ever.
No drama to deal with.
No boys to cry over.
No people to be compared to.
No one to judge me.
Nothing.
I lie here and reminisce about those easier days,
when life wasn't so hard.
Those days,
kind of like when I was in kindergarten.
I only hope things get better.
I won't feel so bad,
so often.
I know they will,
eventually.
But right now,
all that's on my mind is getting through the day,
one step at a time,
not looking into the future,
not concocting anymore possible failures in my mind.
