When people remember me

I want them to remember a happy and friendly kid

Not what’s under that

Not the kid who is being judged

At all times with no brakes

By himself

“You’re being weird”

"Your smile is ugly"

“You’re not good enough”

It doesn’t matter what I’m doing

How I’m doing it

It is, and always will be, wrong

The constant ring of alarms

Blaring in my head

Just for walking by people

“It might get better

If you talk”

I’ll never bring it up again 

Just knowing that someone might see

Just knowing that there are people

Better then me

I strive to perfect

But I can never just be in the moment

Always thinking about what I should do next

At the end of the day

When no one but me is there to judge

The simile just disappears

When I am finally forgotten

And I only exist in poor pillaged photos

I'll finally be known as a pretty happy kid.