What happens when you believe
a lie you told yourself?
It becomes a truth doesn't it?
And it shapes you
accordingly.
Yet you know nothing.
So you develop yourself around this hidden lie.
It doesn't hurt
because those feelings attached
don't show themselves.
They fester under this bandaid
and you forgot that it was a bandaid.
You forgot that this isn't your skin.
Untill you either reflect deeply.
Or are doing the dishes,
taking a shower or ****,
or both,
and the bandaid comes off.
You collapse as emotions overwhelm you
and though it feels painful
and negative.
It's actually more like a bunch of puppies
collapsing on top of you.
The relief
you feel
and
that what you feel
is genuine.
Loving yourself hurts
but it's still love
isn't it?