not one of my best poems but ehh...i'm bored y not.

what happens if...
your crush calls upon you and you run scared
others wouldn't run
they'd think itd be normal...
normal
that word haunts me
I'm not normal
Normal people are not embarassed when attractions meet eachother
my life could be an adventure if I want it to be
adrenaline overpowering me...
i do want it to be
but the cowardness within tells my consious go wild
giving me the most horrid thoughts
thoughts that make me run scared
I need to lock up my thoughts so i can be free
so my soul can be pure again
what happens now?
At a quarter to 3