Hiding no more
We need one another
I can only attribute my survival to the love and care of those that I took for granted
I can only attribute my survival to the love and care of those that I took for granted
When I look inside of me
I hear a voice saying dreams
Then came another saying love from others, parents, friends, and a lover
But when I reach deeper, there is a small girl who longs to be loved by me
She wants to be seen, heard, cared, and loved by me
I spent my whole life listening to others telling me that I ain't good enough
I don't even know where it came from
But there is a feeling that it is bad, embarrassing, and shameful to be me
It is as if I were born to be shaped by others' ideas of how I should be
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