Is it really so true that fear can keep us trapped and imprisoned by nothing but mere thoughts?
Invisible bars with such real rigidness in their stance.
Within these walls I wonder, is it normal to watch another person cry and feel like it's the most intimate you can be with a person? And if so, what does that say about what I'm putting up with?
You can open my legs repeatedly, but you'll never know me there; because unlike other humans I live in my heart.
If you know the key to that door isn't your **** even though it fits, but it was your deepest secrets, would you dare to open me still?
Should I consider the ones who answer no to be cowards?
And maybe that is why I have grown to hate you. Because I stand in the bravery of authenticity but still tremble at the thought of being alone.
So maybe then in actuality I hate myself too.
In conclusion, I suppose I hate neither.
I only hate the mirror you are that shows me who the real coward is here, and I'm sick of staring.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Is it really so true that fear can keep us trapped and imprisoned by nothing but mere thoughts?
Invisible bars with such real rigidness in their stance.
Within these walls I wonder, is it normal to watch another person cry and feel like it's the most intimate you can be with a person? And if so, what does that say about what I'm putting up with?
You can open my legs repeatedly, but you'll never know me there; because unlike other humans I live in my heart.
If you know the key to that door isn't your **** even though it fits, but it was your deepest secrets, would you dare to open me still?
Should I consider the ones who answer no to be cowards?
And maybe that is why I have grown to hate you. Because I stand in the bravery of authenticity but still tremble at the thought of being alone.
So maybe then in actuality I hate myself too.
In conclusion, I suppose I hate neither.
I only hate the mirror you are that shows me who the real coward is here, and I'm sick of staring.
I'm trapped in a cage I created.
