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These are my thoughts, I'm scared....
might be moving this summer,
the first time I've ever moved.
Excited to go into the forest,
to be inspired, to take shots,
the urge to become a photographer.
I'm new at art, new in photography,
but skilled in poetry.
I must have an advantage.
But otherwise there have been thoughts
corrupting my mind this week.
Once I move out of this 13 year old house,
and into a new public highschool.
The never-ending thoughts;
"What will the other kids think about me!
I'm scared that I won't have any friends!
I'm scared that I will be an outcast from the others!
I'll be new, with no one I know!
Should I stay in the shadows so
I don't have to talk those strangers
Its hard, hard for me to introduce,
hard for me to have guts to talk
to someone when I'm scared I'll
make it awkward like, I always do,
I'm a wimp, I've trusted these friends
where I've stayed all my life with, the
people that I trusted to let out my
weirdness and awkwardness, so moving
I'll just have to hide it until my time makes
an effort to intertwine with a relationship.
But I'm a wimp aren't I? A woosey that
can't seem to interact with real people
as better as when I met my dearest friends
in those elementary school hallways.
I just have to stay silent don't I?
Just wait until someone arrives in front
of my eyes, someone to connect with,
someone to share my memories with,
because I can't keep behaving like this,
because the film will be sure to end
at any moment before memory can be made,
and I'm not going to die a wimp
who stood in the shadows like a coward."
might be moving this summer,
the first time I've ever moved.
Excited to go into the forest,
to be inspired, to take shots,
the urge to become a photographer.
I'm new at art, new in photography,
but skilled in poetry.
I must have an advantage.
But otherwise there have been thoughts
corrupting my mind this week.
Once I move out of this 13 year old house,
and into a new public highschool.
The never-ending thoughts;
"What will the other kids think about me!
I'm scared that I won't have any friends!
I'm scared that I will be an outcast from the others!
I'll be new, with no one I know!
Should I stay in the shadows so
I don't have to talk those strangers
Its hard, hard for me to introduce,
hard for me to have guts to talk
to someone when I'm scared I'll
make it awkward like, I always do,
I'm a wimp, I've trusted these friends
where I've stayed all my life with, the
people that I trusted to let out my
weirdness and awkwardness, so moving
I'll just have to hide it until my time makes
an effort to intertwine with a relationship.
But I'm a wimp aren't I? A woosey that
can't seem to interact with real people
as better as when I met my dearest friends
in those elementary school hallways.
I just have to stay silent don't I?
Just wait until someone arrives in front
of my eyes, someone to connect with,
someone to share my memories with,
because I can't keep behaving like this,
because the film will be sure to end
at any moment before memory can be made,
and I'm not going to die a wimp
who stood in the shadows like a coward."
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