Me.
I am made of a million parts,
some of which have disappeared over time,
but they are not actually gone.
They are these pieces of me that I have locked away in a safe.
A safe which only the darkest parts of my soul has the key to.
At first it started as a safe place to store the things that I did not enjoy about myself. The parts only I was allowed to see.
But then I began to also add the parts of myself that other people did not seem to enjoy.
Habit after habit, I locked them up until I left only the picture perfect pieces of myself while the rest lay untouched in the darkness of my mind.
But I am afraid I have stored too much of myself in my safe. I was so busy trying to keep myself safe that I'm afraid that there's barely any left of me to give.
Right now, I give to you that key.
The key that will lead to to the millions of parts of myself that I've been too afraid to see.
Maybe by giving you my key,
I may finally feel whole again,
instead of just
a piece of me.
