She who spoke with no love,
waited on external acceptance
That, it never came
She who found comfort in a shell
Delicate and golden, but unrecognizable
to a polluted mind
She who bowed to insecurity
Scoured and torched by internal pain
She no longer seeks to remain
And she no longer will.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
She who spoke with no love,
waited on external acceptance
That, it never came
She who found comfort in a shell
Delicate and golden, but unrecognizable
to a polluted mind
She who bowed to insecurity
Scoured and torched by internal pain
She no longer seeks to remain
And she no longer will.
I let go of my past self, I wish to remain in truth even if my voice shakes.