No amount of showers in the world could rid me of the feeling of not

belonging, feeling out of place, wanting to disappear into the

wallpaper.

Wanting to wrap myself up in bubble wrap to protect my heart from

the comments and stares and courtesy smiles.

But he tells me its okay to unwrap my raw, bruised heart.

He tells me that I do belong,

I fit into this place just as well as anyone.

Despite the screaming voices in my head I continue to shower and

unwrap my heart.

I am scared but that doesn't mean I won't try.