Read between the thick lines.

Everything is strategic and intetional. It's all mapped out in the back of my cerebellum. My eyelids flutter in anticipation as if waiting for their curtain call. I insert my two cents, but not into conversation. My head is perfectly balanced onto my knuckles, it's all planned. Sometimes I wish more people would notice this. I can't whistle because my tongue and my braces don't get along. I won't sacrifice these habits in exchange for healthier ones, it's too expected.