A tragic tale of all that's yet to come//

I'll devise the best disguise
A brand new look and take them by surprise
They'll never guess what's not inside

I'll express myself with ease
With confidence and character complete
With fingers crossed they'll talk to me

But I get carried away with every page
and every fantasy
The deeper the wound, the harder I swoon
and wish that that was me

So much to say but no words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
But I'm getting used to it, you have to get used to it.

//

A full day before my first day of school, oh the excitement.