I clench my fists, trying to stop the shaking; trying to stop the anger. Anger. It consumes me of late. Courses through my veins, and I want to bleed it out of myself. I want to let it go. I want to move on. Yet--I see faces that taunt me and I break down into… Continue reading Anger.
You say I'm crazy, untrustworthy, and sensitive. You say I have too many trust issues, low-self esteem, and bad judgement. I wish you were wrong, but you're right...I'm all of those things. Do you know how many people I've let in? Not many. This girl without makeup, that tries not to cry because she's… Continue reading You See Me Differently