Pair of pink hands with fingertips pressed together. Their nails are painted yellow.

I become

I become afraid,

That you’ll see someone that isn’t me,

That you’ll begin to fall for someone you couldn’t be.

I become jealous,

And say words that I don’t mean.

Pretending that I’m not me,

And you’re not you.

Words that are left unsaid,

Hearts that cannot align

And suddenly before you,

I’ve become a child again.

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