GOOSE PIMPLED.

It was not the satire in my eyes
nor the embarrassment in my stride.
I felt like an all too well knotted tie,
Like

THAT 2 LETTER WORD

I do not say "hi"
I am afraid
I am shy
I do not know why
Then I think, this is why I'm here
To talk and say

My alter ego sheds me

in a pulse-filled car,

drenching me in senses;

I pretend I am my age,

a huntress

whose world is

Cursed

If words could flow from my unfurling tongue
as freely and easily as they stream down
my arm, wrist and fingertips,

You fake a smile to get past the,
 "What's wrong?"
The "Want to talk?" 
And the long lectures you've heard
a million