i am soft

"gentle"
as people have said

"graceful"
as they watched me

"kind"
they told me to stay

"naive"
to a certain degree

i am soft

like the waves that roll onto the shore
like the clouds that drift evermore

i am soft
like a feather dragged upon skin
like water cleansing your sins

i am soft
but am i?

my heart feels empty
from giving too much of myself out

my mind is wary
the whispers in my heart never spoken out loud

for the fear of not being accepted
my sins, my desires, my mistakes

every time you tell me i am perfect
i feel myself sinking into a pit of despise

i am not perfect
stop telling me i am
i make mistakes
and here alone i stand

the girl who was supposed to be everything

here i stand

the girl who is nothing

nothing more than
white scars upon wrists
fingers throat-deep
skin littered with a stranger's kiss
no one's soul to keep

i am soft
but am i?