[ ] i am Diane Nguyen
[ ] when the lights are off and the room's too quiet.
[ ] when i start spiraling over nothing,
[ ] but pretend i’m just tired.
[ ] when i swallow the urge to say, “i’m not okay,”
[ ] because i don’t want to ruin the vibe.
[ ] i get her.
[ ] she writes things she’ll never publish
[ ] and calls it healing.
[ ] me too.
[ ] i am Flame Princess.
[ ] masking my heat with forced politeness,
[ ] but the fire kicks at the cracks in my voice.
[ ] i was taught too young that my feelings were too much
[ ] so i bottled them.
[ ] and when the bottle breaks,
[ ] i’m the villain.
[ ] one day you’ll get it
[ ] that’s never who i was.
[ ] i’m just a girl who’s overstimulated,
[ ] trying not to combust.
[ ] trying to regulate in an unadjusted world.
[ ] i am Kirk Gleason,
[ ] Full of chaotic side character energy.
[ ] i tell stories with weirdly specific details
[ ] so no one notices i’m actually unraveling.
[ ] being silly is easier than being seen.
[ ] i make people laugh so noone ever stops to ask
[ ] The dreaded "are you okay"
[ ] I make people laugh because if they’re laughing,
[ ] they’ll stay.
[ ] I am Jake the Dog,
[ ] soft and simple.
[ ] i love hard and think deep.
[ ] i hold onto weird metaphors
[ ] about cups and pillow forts
[ ] I tell myself not to get hung up on imaginary things
[ ] because that’s how i understand the world.
[ ] i just wanna chill,
[ ] but my brain won’t always let me.
[ ] yet still I try, cause to love life you need problems
[ ] And i am determined to live to my to its fullest
[ ] i am Ted Mosby,
[ ] annoyingly romantic.
[ ] the kind who falls in love in soft, slow ways
[ ] not with only with grand gestures, but with quiet familiarity.
[ ] The type to romanticise shared eyecontact and exchanged looks
[ ] i write poems about people
[ ] who don’t know they broke my heart.
[ ] Though i still think love is worth the mess
[ ] Even when i doubt myself i always know
[ ] Loving someone is never a waste
[ ] and i’m Periwinkle.
[ ] the soft, sparkly part of me i locked in a box
[ ] when life got loud.
[ ] When life didn't understand I was only a child
[ ] i still believe in her.
[ ] i still believes she's there.
[ ] The little kid, with not so little dreams
[ ] she danced in the frost and thought the world was kind.
[ ] she’s quiet now,
[ ] Her sparkle not so bright
[ ] but she’s not gone, just dimmed
[ ] she still hides in old drawings and weird dreams like buried sea glass on a beach
[ ] i’m not all these people all the time.
[ ] but they live in me
[ ] in the sighs i swallow,
[ ] in the jokes i tell too loud,
[ ] in the poems no one reads.
[ ] i wear them like second hand hoodies,
[ ] hoping one won’t smell too much like someone else.
[ ] some days i throw them all on at once,
[ ] just to feel something that fits.
[ ] some days i stare at the pile
[ ] and don’t even bother.
[ ] i just want someone to notice
[ ] without me having to ask.
[ ] someone to say,
[ ] “i see you , even the parts you hide.”
[ ] until then,
[ ] Ill keep hiding my true self,
[ ] Untill I'm truly seen
[ ] Piecing myself together with glitter glue and stubborn hope,
[ ] soft rage and borrowed words.
[ ] and maybe i’m still becoming.
[ ] and maybe that’s okay.
This is about me! And all of the tv characters I relate to, that I feel like make up my soul
