Boarded 030621
TW: Psychological, physical, emotional and sexual abuse and violence
I always pretend to be transparent Like a house of glass open to anyone But here I am boarding each window Covering the light with stories Stories of my past, present, and fear of the future Secrets I hold, lies I tell The stories I wrap myself in Like some sort of weighted blanket Shielding me from the possibility of unacceptance Preventing the risk of more pain If no one can see inside Then who are they to judge what they cannot see Safe from judgment, criticism, hate and abuse But is it worth no one ever knowing me Is it worth being alone in the dark Stuck in the shadows where I can no longer see Not being able to see who I am either?
