I lived a large
part of my youth
carrying things
that didn’t
belong to me
Indeed I’ve carried
their loads for
too **** long
The load of how
they felt about me
the load of what
they’ve said about me
the load of how
They’ve perceived me
for far too long
These load was never
mine to carry
to begin with
Today I am free
free at last
from criticism
fears , insecurities
and other people’s
opinion
These loads
are no longer mine
to carry
Regardless
how desperate
and foolish
they may seem

Go ahead
tear me open just to sew me shut again.
All I ask, is that each time please
take some more stuffing with you.

We are bending light
Allowing this
Distorted Reality
To appear somewhat
Normal, almost.