Monday
The foundation for my self-esteem, my confidence--me
as a whole, really--is weak. Wafer thin.
I don't open up to people, not even
friends I've had for years. I
pretend. I figure, "Why show
them me, when you can lead
them through a realm of
things they want to hear?
Qualities they love, need,
want? Why bother with
putting my neck on
the chopping
block?
No
one
likes
rejection.
YOU ARE READING
Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
