I’m willing to endure the next few weeks If there is the slightest possibility That I can see you again.
How beautiful is it To have a mother That loves her child dearly. How sad it is That my mother Doesn’t know who I am.
I wonder how many Read my words, Understand how I feel, And now see me In a different light. I suppose I’ll never know, And it’s better if I don’t.
My face is carved with tiny scars, My body beams with bouts of imperfection, Yet I still somehow prefer the me I see Than the beautiful lie in my head.
I wish there were a face To match my explosive feelings. A person I could profess My bubbly, girlish love. Unfortunately, such a person Does not exist, So my love … Continue reading Days in Isolation: Day 416
So few hours in the day, I wish I could say I wanted more with you But in reality, one is more than enough, I really miss spending time with … Continue reading Days in Isolation: Day 415
It’s so easy to shrink and hide And make myself the victim, But stepping out, talking to others, Realizing who they actually are, Is so much more rewarding.
Always the underdog But I’m still in the fight, Even if I lose, I can at least say I tried.
No work for today Because it is Easter, And we can finally Celebrate with family.
I love pouring out my feelings In the middle of the night And then deleting my memoirs The next morning.