the only ones that can truly hurt someone, are the ones we let inside. the ones we never suspect it from. strangers daily make comments that dont affect me, yet the smallest slight from someone close stings like the dickens.
"how does he leave the house looking like that?"
"why do you have so much metal in your face?"
"have you seen his tattoos? why does he have so many?"
"i cant imagine anyone being with him."
i let these roll, but sometimes, its so hard to. sometimes, i wish for a cave far away, in the darkness.
Sometimes, i dream for a moment that im someone else.
Sometimes, im glad that im me, so that i have the courage to be what and who i want.
All the time, im glad for the darkness inside me, and for the light. its a struggle to be an individual, but its a righteous fight.
"how does he leave the house looking like that?"
"why do you have so much metal in your face?"
"have you seen his tattoos? why does he have so many?"
"i cant imagine anyone being with him."
i let these roll, but sometimes, its so hard to. sometimes, i wish for a cave far away, in the darkness.
Sometimes, i dream for a moment that im someone else.
Sometimes, im glad that im me, so that i have the courage to be what and who i want.
All the time, im glad for the darkness inside me, and for the light. its a struggle to be an individual, but its a righteous fight.
elisabeth:
*Applauds* Bravo. Well said. But imagine living with yourself, being one those people that say those kinds of things...
xksex:
yes......very well said.