Popcorn

i hold my breath 

count to 20

maybe if i pretend nothing is wrong 

the tears won't fall

i squeeze my body small

maybe if i get tiny

no one will see me break apart

We waste our lives

Searching

For our reason

Of existence

Never realizing

There isn’t one

We’re all just living

No one likes you 

They say

But I really don’t care anyway

I know that there’s a bigger picture

A better life around the bend

Being disliked is no the end

Or is it?