I refused to spend time with the ones I love most;
afraid,
terrified,
melodramatic
but also sensitive,
I am, after all,
intro
verted,
spective,
ducing
myself to a world
that accepts to facet
of my experience
so I fall into the hole
where the flowers that were
rejected,
forbidden,
torn
rest.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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