And just for thought...
It is all too complicated to explain.
Perhaps I just use that as an excuse.
Maybe I just don't want to tell you this story.
A simple "no" never suffices.
I can't speak about my life without referring to "it".
Now, it's just turned into a bad circumstance,
a perfumed term I use that will never suit it.
What else should I call it without making the world cringe?
All bring too many questions.
Perhaps I should just be blunt.
Maybe it's too exhausting to hide it.
That's all I would have to say.
What would I give to really just scream it?
To scream it without having the world's judging eyes stare back at me?
Perhaps I'm just scared.
Maybe I wouldn't survive another crucifixion.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.