you’re the last one to speak and the first one to leave— you don’t want to come off as rude, but the need to be around people sometimes gets drowned out and the i can handle this meter bursts into tears. trying to keep it together with a straight face is taped on your forehead, everyone knows that you’re a tad bit uncomfortable, but you’re still willing to go the extra mile for those that you love and that’s your strength. don’t let the loudness of social gatherings silence your quiet thoughts, alone time is valuable in a world where it’s normal to socialize, it’s normal to attend group meetings like we’re all in constant therapy to find out if we’re addicted to a human need to be accepted or addicted to a human need to understand why we want to be accepted. so after 7+ hours you are more than drained— the blood from your veins write onto soft skin and you’re flushed with why didn’t i just speak up. you lay on your bed with more thoughts, but sadly— none of them are yours and that’s why your heart keeps questioning why your brain feels so messed up. it’s not your fault. i get like that too. we love so much that when we finish loving, we’re like a heart made of bones and inside of that tiny heart’s chest, there’s another heart. that is why you’re so quiet when you’re alone, the songs are always loud. it’s like music speaks more clarity to you than a thousand gentle greetings from family and friends. it’s really not your fault, you just want to be alone and you know something? you are your own friend at the end of the day, you’ve spent so much time with people that it’s hard to know yourself at the end of the night. it’s okay to be still, to enjoy a night off without familiarized sceneries of him, her and them. just you.