This is a friendly reminder that I can’t read your mind
And that’s better said alive than from the other side I don’t know how many folks I’ve made laugh or cry And I don’t know who you are or how you feel inside It would’ve been a shame if I didn’t have courage to write If I remained too shy to express myself or open my mind But to be candid, I’ve had a strange feeling for quite a while ‘Cause it’s been ominously quiet on my social media profile I shouldn’t measure my worth by the amount of likes Or views or comments or followers or the online hype My notes are underwhelming and it's got me wondering What’s the point of it ‘cause the illusion’s lost meaning Am I actually censored or am I shadow banned? A first world problem, but what’s up with that? Maybe no one cares and I’m overthinking it ‘cause I’m Not like the popular girls who have too much influence If I never said anything and something bad happened to me They all would’ve had too much fun rewriting my own story So sad this girl didn’t know she was loved before she died Too bad no one actually talked to her to ever explain why I jumped right to the end where they all talk about my life But still don’t care ‘cause it’d be written off as a suicide I don’t even want to think like that but whatever happens Life is short and they’ll make it about my vaccine status But not being popular isn’t a reason to hurt yourself Although I admit, it could wreck your mental health I don’t write for attention or social media incentives Even if you are real they won’t get what the point is The status quo doesn’t have to be the status quo I can free myself when I choose to be myself So I won’t let them influence how I ought to be Because I am enough and I just want to be me @sabaitide
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