The darkness is surrounding me like a curtain of misery,
Locking itself onto me so I couldn't remove it and emerge as the woman I am supposed to be.
But who am I supposed to be?
Perhaps I'm convinced that this is the only me I know,
But I look at myself in the mirror every day and grimace.
I know that face,
Those eyes are unmistakable, the jawline too, the lips with bow of cupid, the nose. . . I know that face.
But the person inside is someone I am not.
I know this. I FEEL this person trying to get out like a rat stuck inside of a cage.
I propose a toast!
To throwing myself on a journey of self discovery and the ruthless unveiling of the fraud I am now!
I will never allow myself to be smothered by these unapologetic thoughts of disaster.
This time it's going to be my choice.
And I choose to feel alive again.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
The darkness is surrounding me like a curtain of misery,
Locking itself onto me so I couldn't remove it and emerge as the woman I am supposed to be.
But who am I supposed to be?
Perhaps I'm convinced that this is the only me I know,
But I look at myself in the mirror every day and grimace.
I know that face,
Those eyes are unmistakable, the jawline too, the lips with bow of cupid, the nose. . . I know that face.
But the person inside is someone I am not.
I know this. I FEEL this person trying to get out like a rat stuck inside of a cage.
I propose a toast!
To throwing myself on a journey of self discovery and the ruthless unveiling of the fraud I am now!
I will never allow myself to be smothered by these unapologetic thoughts of disaster.
This time it's going to be my choice.
And I choose to feel alive again.
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