Wilting

Try to breathe be the toon easter needs be just like you eager grin endless bloom shine within bright as the moon im striving im dieing to be beloved and belong im flailing im failing or was i juat built wrong im sorry im not perfect im the way that they made me a little shy a little needy a little too much in my head absolutely worthless is how i've been feeling lately when my flowers reach for the shade im not wilting im just what they made made what they made made