Think.
Think about the play.
Think about your character.
No. No.
Think about your friends.
Think about how disappointed they must be.
No.
Think.
Think about the future.
Think about everything you must do.
Think about father.
Think about the promise you've made mother.
No.
All of them.
Think.
You wanna die?
No.
Think.
Think about the dance tonight.
The compliment.
Stupid line that made you go red.
Think.
No.
Think.
No!
Don't think.
It just hurts.

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senior year is tough and i'm trying to keep myself afloat. sorry the first thing i'm delivering in a while is this confusing poem :)