I have planted myself flat in a mess. A mess I would rather cover than clean up. My facial expression shows my true feelings. My actions show what a lie I'm living. Am I the only one seeing it or can the whole world read me? Am I ashamed? I should be. But I just can't seem to give it up. It's like an addiction. And I just keep going back for more.
I miss smiling like that. I miss laughing like that. I miss being so totally open like that. I miss being me.
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