Extrovert

your silhouette smolders under the burning skies
glass heart on a chain, that look in your eyes
how hard it must be to keep emotion in check
with that pulsing crystal strung around your neck

if there was anything i could change about myself, i'd be an extrovert. it would be so easy to draw energy off a crowd, instead of waiting to be invited all the time. like a stupid toddler asking for permission to stay up late.

it's so funny. i'm always drawn to the smart-mouthed confident heroines in stories simply because i am nothing like them. instead of letting cars drive by and splash puddles into my face, i'd break their windows with rocks. i'd stop letting those people walk right over me, i'd make them to do the fucking work they loaded onto me.

it would be so easy.