tomorrow

i have to talk to him,

you,

because of the rumors,

the lies

[and truths]

please,

you scare me.

every time i see you

i get nervous,

scared,

because you know

too much.

i avoid looking into your eyes,

i look at the ground when i walk by.

but now,

because of rumors,

i have to look you in the face,

and ask you

whats wrong with me.

im fine.

i dont need the fucking youth pastor

to worry.

i dont need the fucking pastor

to call my mama.

shes sick.

leave her alone.

leave us alone.

im so scared.

im not crazy.

theyre just rumors.

cant we leave it that way,

pastor nick?