Intro - Meeting Tyler

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P.o.v Tyler

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,

But now I'm insecure and I care what people think-

I think that's enough writing for today.
I can never seem to do anything right, never sing a song the same way, I can't make a new piano solo or style they'll enjoy, the fear of not being good enough is haunting. This anxiety is inevitable to beat.

I wish I was still a good kid, I could turn my life around. I still would like to believe I'm in elementary school getting a toy piano from my mom. But the times have passed and it's all of a sudden getting harder for me to live. Harder for me to believe that I can make it out alive, I'm at a crossroads I never thought I'd encounter.

But now I'm 18 and going to be a senior this year, the only problem I have...
I'm changing schools...
I know the ropes of highschool. Slide by, don't run into anyone, look at anyone, hear anyone or even dare think of anyone. This year is going to be different, or so I hope. I'm getting a job because my parents are telling me I need to make money. I have no idea where to apply. Half the time I can't even do my homework and now a job? And a new school?! I can't believe this is happening to me. I won't know anyone and they won't want to know me, I know for sure.
I talk in my head a lot, it keeps me sane from breaking down. Especially when there's not much to do in Ohio, I kind of just sit home...in silence. Oh shit, I think someone's coming-

"Tyler hunny?"

"Yeah Mom?!"

"I need you to watch the house, you'll make it through tonight, your father and I are going out of town for the week. Have a good first day tomorrow."

"Ugh don't remind me.. I love y-"

She left before I could finish.

The sad thing is, I can make it through tonight but I can't make it through a whole week. I had been in bed for hours before finally, couldn't help but cry myself to sleep knowing this new school wouldn't welcome me at all.

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