Inhale;
Take it in even without knowing.
Take it in and make it your own
Learning the ways of others
Picking up new habits like a little kid picking up pinata candy.
But what you don't know is that its killing you inside.
Getting stuck in your lungs and killing the butterflies that grow in your stomach before they even have time to hatch.
You are sick.
Sick beyond a sore throat and runny nose.
Sick inside.
Poisoned from the rumors and thoughts of those around you floating in the air like second hand smoke.
You wont find this in the book of diseases
No doctor will be able to diagnose you.
All that's left is the smoke you whispered that night and your blind fear.
Exhale and it's over.
Exhale and you're gone.
Exhale and it wasn't even your fault.
Exhale...it's too late.
