I still remember being in school, being uncomfortable with myself.
Thinking, if I miss a day everyone would forget me by the next.
I remember when Friday was my favorite day and Sunday night was the worst.
I still feel this way.
Where does the time go?
Wish I could see how I’ve changed.
Went from being shy to quiet.
Seems like I’m not doing much, but really, I’m busy in my own thoughts, wishing I could live in someone else’s mind.
By Marcy White