Just Some Words

It's well past my bedtime, but some words keep popping into my head: they may be shit, but I NEED to let them out.

The diffrence between
me and the next girl,
is that the next girl
is not me.

I want to fly because
at fifteen thousand feet,
people care more about freedom
and less about who you like to kiss.

I g2g- the parenst discovered me.