I’m not what you think I am
I’m not perfect
I bleed
I hurt
I’m insecure with childish fears that haunt me like monsters deep in the dark
I can’t do the things you want, my voice won’t speak, my throat won’t scream
I’m afraid of the dark but I can’t leave the shadows
I want to be free, light and careless but my heart won’t beat, my soul is leashed
I’m not who you think I am
Makeup to hide flaws
Cracked porcelain painted white
Lips stained vermillion
Is there anything underneath?
Or is it just stuffing
Molded with years, shredded with misuse
A rotten core
I’m not
A/N: I feel funky, I think it was the sashimi I ate for lunch. Don't worry though, I'm not all emo or depressive... just amusing my muses for a while. I don't even know what this means or where it comes from or anything...
The things you write are somehow so easily accessible or like. Maybe just so human, that it's easy to relate to.
ReplyDelete/I want to be free, light and careless but my heart won’t beat, my soul is leashed/
I really liked this part.
Thank you hun <3 *hugs you*
ReplyDeleteAnd this is why I adore you, you always just know what to say to make me smile and have faith in my writing.