by JAYLEN
I know I struggle in school, a lil bit
My mind never stays on the topic even when I’m ahead of it,
I know I’m weak at talking to new people, but who wouldn’t
The way they look at you when you say that initial word.
I hate having to speak in front of people.
I feel like their stares are entering my soul.
I was told to imagine everyone naked but that doesn’t help.
But when I’m on the drums, the darkness gets overthrown by the light.
I’m like big foot and no one can see me but they can hear me.
My mom always says I was like a monster.
But monsters were under my bed, at least when I was little.
Now monsters walk around me with their white eyes.
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