Fidgeting and Overthinking,

The two things I did very commonly

Unsureness displayed while typing
Saying what I felt boldly

To me, this felt like a shit comedy.

My stupidity and fear showing constantly
while here I am nervously saying
how I am tired of faking and lazing

Of course, I missed those late-night talks

And I missed our group randomly ranting
But now those thoughts are left in the chatbox
Buried and unanswered, awaiting and haunting

I am being a bimbo thinking like this

And by the fact, this has been stuck in my mind
I am sorry for my rhymes because they are not a bliss
And I apologize for the past wasn’t kind.

It looked nice seeing you open,

With them, you are so much happier
You looked freer and not broken
I’m proud as I send this letter.