And just for thought...
It would be nice if I could honestly tell you a story,
one that would make sense with no unusual circumstances.
I would love to explain my life in three short sentences.
All with a subject, an object, and some sort of direction
but it would all be twisted into something tormented.
I wish I could open up to you,
throwing myself into center stage where everyone could really see me,
showing all of you that I am not just sarcasm and fear,
that if someone, anyone, would take the time
they would see someone strong, someone kind, someone who is trying
but I am unable to be honest.
My expectations will not allow such vulnerability.
I used to think that it was my past that shamed me.
Now, I know, my past encompasses every part of me.
You tell me it can't be as difficult as I am making it but what truth do you know?
If you found a way to step into my shadows, see the demon that chases.
If you could look past my glazed over eyes, felt the callouses on my soul,
you could understand why I will never tell you...
but I wish I could just be honest for once.
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.