Does nostalgia have to be good?

Or can Iit be a flood of negativity?

I am trying I promise

But I really don’t want to go back

Back to that school

Even if its for a concert

For someone I love

All I can remember there

Is pain, its stupid I know

But its far from plain

I don’t have my medicine

And music is loud

People have eyes

And I am scared

They will pick me out from a crowd

Can nostalgia feel like dread?

All i imagine when I think of that gym

Is hundred of eyes

Staring holes into mine

Fingers pointing

People laughing

But I can’t really tell anyone can I?

Its been awhile since anything happened.

And it can’t always be about me.

I’ll put on my mask

Like I always do

Because tonight its not about me

Its about you

Nostalgia doesn’t have to be good

Right?

Because all I feel is dread.

When I think about tonight.