I often find myself seeking validation from words that were never written for my tongue
Caging myself behind walls made of letters still undefined
pacing the corners of my fears wondering what is being said in another’s mind
I run from the words that define my faults, disowning them and leaving them behind
But I still carve them into the crevices of my skin, to remind myself of everything that I’ll never be
Then, I write a stranger's name beside them so that I can blame someone else for my insecurities.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
I often find myself seeking validation from words that were never written for my tongue
Caging myself behind walls made of letters still undefined
pacing the corners of my fears wondering what is being said in another’s mind
I run from the words that define my faults, disowning them and leaving them behind
But I still carve them into the crevices of my skin, to remind myself of everything that I’ll never be
Then, I write a stranger's name beside them so that I can blame someone else for my insecurities.