no this is not your true self
this is just a vessel.
don't tell me you're hidious because
it wouldn't even matter,
you are in a vessel.
the real you is in there, it's asleep
and it's dreaming of every thing,
so many things you wished to be.
this is just a vessel, keep
telling yourself that.
and once you learn to love that
vessel you will see
that the real you isn't buried
or asleep, it is just
hidden
in plain sight, waiting to be
loved as well, but by the worthy
ones.
so many years it's been stored
in there and it's not even
trying to break free. it's
just growing and growing, and like
a flower you will bloom
and no matter what your
vessel looks like, what
they keep calling
you with,
don't let yourself die.
your flower is beautiful.
{dedicated to sadie because she makes me sad and happy and loved and sane and everything in between; she doesn't even know it but she's beautiful *smiles*}
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Poetryin which i listen to stories and write them down, all the while thinking to myself that i am human. {poetry: 102; romance: 714}