F**k it
I'll write
I'll let it all out
All that's been held
inside of me,
buried in doubt.
No longer in shame.
A bird
in a prison.
Tears and struggles,
building years
in wisdom.
Too real?
Too raw?
F**k what they say
People-pleasing
doesn't lead to
them liking me, anyway.
Well, open up wide
fear not
it's just a peek
we're all connected
through the answers
we seek
So, I offer myself
as tribute, bleeding,
fileted for all to see
that our hearts
desperately need healing,
love, and empathy
