I'm still a little soft
I grab my waist and feel the softness of my belly
I sneer at it
I've never once been fully satisfied
from the way I talk to people
my words are constantly mixed
up from the insecurities
from growing up
with knowing how to speak well
and how to properly construct
a sentence with the correct
pronunciation...
but every time I speak I feel
like every thought that comes out
is a question.
I don't know how to speak,
but I know how to stay silent.
I forgot how to stand up
because I was always taught
to sit down.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
I'm trying to fix myself so I can be myself.
And who exactly do you want to be?
I don't know.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC