*'They walked naked, all around in proud.
I sat covered, quiet and with shame.
To think I was better, for not doing the same.'*
*First time in a locker room of the gym,
Being the only one not brave enough to reveal
how I was truly born. Giving myself the
excuse of 'being better'. What nonsense my
friend said. You don't have to be shy.
But shy, I was not. It was something else,
a kind of fear of myself, I think.*
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
*'They walked naked, all around in proud.
I sat covered, quiet and with shame.
To think I was better, for not doing the same.'*
*First time in a locker room of the gym,
Being the only one not brave enough to reveal
how I was truly born. Giving myself the
excuse of 'being better'. What nonsense my
friend said. You don't have to be shy.
But shy, I was not. It was something else,
a kind of fear of myself, I think.*
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