Guard Your Grill

I don't know what to say, to do, or think. I get nervous in your presence and my mind wanders with fearful thoughts. When you look, I turn away. When you speak, I ignore. When you wait for a response, I reply with sarcasm. You crave attention, as do I, but I smell trouble. I can never get too close. I'm guarded. I have issues, we all do. I never want to open up. Staying unknown is comforting. This is me. Sarcasm and all. The past is all what I cling to. Its all i know. Its factual. As for the future, thats a different story. The future is unknown, mysterious, and risky.




Some true, some false, all true, all false? Judge for yourself. I tend to stress the factuals. BYL.





-Red!


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