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.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
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.
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