from embracing the stage and dancing my emotions
to being scared of it,
from sketching for expression and heal depression
to being detached from it,
from talking my heart out
to keeping thoughts sealed in,
from loving people for the good in them
to always pointing out the faults,
from going out and enjoying
to staying in and sulking,
from loving my body
to criticizing it from every angle,
from trying to improve myself
to fix myself.

Unable to express your feelings out is hard
Like your whole being is constipated

I wrote ten letters last night
one for every monologue
I should have recited to you
but at the time
was too busy
worrying whether or not
you were right