Maybe I'm overthinking,
but I feel as if I'm sinking,
headed into some downward spiral.
The flowers in my garden, are not being well kept.
and I'm not willing to accept...
myself for who I truly am.
I'm beginning to intercept...
new feelings and new emotions.
I'm beginning to walk on ,
new territory, new ground.
I've found,
all the bits and pieces,
and I always put them back in the wrong places.
Then I wear all these new faces,
and I become brainwashed to my identity.
Who I am as a human.
Gone.
Within the milliseconds of silence between steps when your feet don't touch the floor.
At that moment, I realized I wanted more.
Because I was feeling emptied and drained.
All this **** I've contained...
and held within me,
is forcing its way out.
So I tear off all my masks,
knowing I'm risking failure.
Without them, I'm left faceless.
It's a long and drawn out process...
of becoming.
Because when a new feature,
blends with your human creature,
your soul
starts to feel whole.
I no longer feel like a hostage in my own skin.
I'm starting to break in,
hour by hour,
no longer a Withered Flower!!