I’ve spent a lot of my life afraid…afraid of everything. Afraid of life.
A lot of that life hiding in books and daydreams.
And looking for love and acceptance
Or maybe looking for me.
Somewhere along the way I disappeared
I hid my true self and adopted the self others thought were best
Pretending to be what they wanted
And ignoring the little voice crying in my mind.
I’ve been slowly chipping away at those layers
Layers of other personalities
of other people’s versions of me
And like a chick breaking out of its shell
Stretching for freedom
I have found me.
And I refuse to hide again for anyone.