Open mic

Throat cleared,

Butterflies are in my stomach,

They are being flipped over like pancakes,

Some people want to stay cooped up in the house like chickens,

Staring at the same walls can be boring after a while,

Some people don’t know what to do with themselves,

I feel safe at home,

Dozens of empty journals just sitting around collecting dust,

They are looking for a friend,

I want to be that friend,

They don’t have to be scared to show who they are,

Because they are the words that are inside of me,

They are real and they come from the heart,

They are not fake,

Some people are born to believe that they are born to impress others,

I don’t want fame,

Sometimes I don’t want to get out bed in the morning,

But I’m here to tell you though everyday you are not alone.