When I was a lot younger I learned to bury a lot of myself. To hide bits and pieces of who I was from any eyes because I was scared what others saw in me.
It was something I learned to do over time. I thought…if I did this…I might be happy, because people wouldn’t have anything to hate about me anymore. They wouldn’t make fun of me or tell me all the terrible things they had to say.
…and every little piece I tucked in, I distanced my heart further and further away from anyone’s reach until…I became like a ghost.
I wasn’t alive anymore. Just existing. Trying to keep out of sight. To not be punished for being me. Doing what I did though…that was a mistake.
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