I’m scared to speak out.
Scared to be seen...as weak.
That’s not me.
I’m put together.
Born to be super.
But I’m not.
I get tired. I break. I’m not invincible.
And most of all.
I’m not perfect.
Writing is my escape.
It’s where i speak loudest.
I just wish I was heard.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
