I dip my pain and misery in glitter
to blind you with the joy and colors
but you’ve called my bluff
You looked close enough to see
washed out colors
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
Ashamed I look down
because I too was
blinded by all the glitter
So desperately I wanted to be who I’ve always been
so I held on to it
I kept it there for people to see
that I wasn’t completely,
broken
..
(And maybe I could even convince myself
that I was okay)
Apr 7, 2024
Apr 7, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
I dip my pain and misery in glitter
to blind you with the joy and colors
but you’ve called my bluff
You looked close enough to see
washed out colors
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
Ashamed I look down
because I too was
blinded by all the glitter
So desperately I wanted to be who I’ve always been
so I held on to it
I kept it there for people to see
that I wasn’t completely,
broken
..
(And maybe I could even convince myself
that I was okay)
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