~ I am a cynic and a romantic at heart. My skin hardened by experience My heart fearful of pain and trust. Many have tried to peel away my doubts and fears and try to add colour to my truth.
My truth is my reality. And with that, no one can hurt me. So stop. Please stop.
Don't look at me with eyes fascinated, eyes with pity, eyes of doubt. My heart's afraid and my mind's so convicted.
You taste sweetness from my sourness and still... you think you can heal me...? ~
This is an old poem I found in a very very old journal. Wrote it back 2014-5, wow. Looking at it now, I think I've gotten a little better, but yet, this still hits so close to home. Training the mind to be different is a lot harder than people would think. Lyn ***