Hidden
Hidden
There are times I question my sanity and my integrity as a human. I wonder how I got to where I am today. Am I doing okay? Am I happy? Then I just stop and stare at the world go round. I was always told when I get hurt to get back up. How many times exactly does it take for one to hurt until there is no u-turn?
Solidarity is a scary thing they say. I stand alone. I am alone but am I lonely? I am not. Why do I need to conform to the standards of society? How much do I need to starve in order to look at myself okay? What more does the society expects of me? Whitewash myself to be pretty? Why is it that I am only pretty when I'm not me.
The mind goes into a whirlpool of emotions and I'm not sure if I'm losing it sometimes. I'm stronger than yesterday so this must be growth. This must be the maturity I am told I will receive when I grow up. But I'm not ready to be a grown up. I may earn my own money, make my own decisions and start to adapt to my own independence but I'm not ready. Time waits for no one it seems.
Am I incoherent enough? I think so too. No, this is me in all my pieces. I am a thinker but that doesn't mean I am sad. I am contented for words can finally be strung together without fear and I;
I am finally going to be okay.
♥With Love
There are times I question my sanity and my integrity as a human. I wonder how I got to where I am today. Am I doing okay? Am I happy? Then I just stop and stare at the world go round. I was always told when I get hurt to get back up. How many times exactly does it take for one to hurt until there is no u-turn?
Solidarity is a scary thing they say. I stand alone. I am alone but am I lonely? I am not. Why do I need to conform to the standards of society? How much do I need to starve in order to look at myself okay? What more does the society expects of me? Whitewash myself to be pretty? Why is it that I am only pretty when I'm not me.
The mind goes into a whirlpool of emotions and I'm not sure if I'm losing it sometimes. I'm stronger than yesterday so this must be growth. This must be the maturity I am told I will receive when I grow up. But I'm not ready to be a grown up. I may earn my own money, make my own decisions and start to adapt to my own independence but I'm not ready. Time waits for no one it seems.
Am I incoherent enough? I think so too. No, this is me in all my pieces. I am a thinker but that doesn't mean I am sad. I am contented for words can finally be strung together without fear and I;
I am finally going to be okay.
♥With Love
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