I am me. That is that.
But I'm scared. I'm scared of who I am. I'm scared of my feelings, my experiences, I'm scared of me. I am not a perfectly constructed jewel wrapped up all fancy and packaged in a cute little box tied together with a pretty little ribbon. I'm Bee Gee. I'm a naturally made stone corroded by experience, polished by life, and packaged by education in a gift bag with tissue paper. & I'm so damn scared. I've been judged, ignored, hated, loved, admired, respected, disrespected, insulted, praised, and all that confusion jumbled all up in my brain smothers me. Smothers my freedom to just be me.
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