Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
All the pieces that I hide from you, the many pieces that are lost just come bubbling to the surface. I'm tired of running away. The me that's lost ..the princess who's afraid of being a queen. Afraid of the power that, that will unleash. The monster in the closet you are afraid to look at. Afraid because of what will happen if you were to shine. Maybe it's the voice you were afraid to let echo.. I rage against you. Angry that you took my security blanket away..making me feel exposed.