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I forget that the world doesn’t get me

I forget how sensitive I am

I forget the way my voice sounds after a day of not speaking

The silence pierces me leaving deep wounds in organs

I forget that I crave human contact

And I forget that the world can’t just be happy

There always has to be something

I forget how much I miss entertainment but I always appreciate the little things

I forget how much I hate routines

But I live in a world where I need a routine to be able to have the “routine” of just living

I can’t accept the fact that I just can’t be creative without having to justify it

I hate the looks

I forget that I’m hard to get

Hard to understand

Hard to Love

I forget that not everyone is so forth coming with positive feedback

I need to let go of that

I forget that I’m really alone no matter how many people I have around

I forget that no one gets it

Then I remember I always have you