Sometimes...
Sometimes I’m not socially awkward, Sometimes I am Sometimes I just want my body to be in place and my mind far from the place Sometimes I don’t want to be standing, Sometimes I don’t want to be lying down Sometimes I am afraid of the unknown, Sometimes I don’t want to talk to the people that matter so much to me To them who geniunely ask “ how are you doing?” Sometimes I don’t want morning to come and the brightness, that brightness Sometimes I know it’s just for a moment then brightness will be beautiful again