10 p.m. - WY

All I wanted was normal

I wanted us happy

And photos of me

When I smile genuinely

I wanted to wake up one day

And feel the sun on my face

To put on my shoes and wash my hair when it’s dirty

And not think too much about what I could be or do better

I’m too sad to be polite

I play pretend that it’s okay

That it’s resolved

And I’m not getting old

I’m not getting older

She wrote in my records that I could not meet her eye

And they write about how easy I am to understand

That my fingers are a little shaky

But I’m so clear and so straight

But they don’t know how casual I am

But I’m still here again

And I worry about

What will happen in the summertime

When there’s nothing to be sad about

And they don’t turn on the street lights

Until 10 p.

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