i am not brave enough
to say i had a bad day.
i am not brave enough
to say that i'm not okay.
i am not brave enough
to take my demons and
release them.
i am not brave enough
to vocalize them.
but
i am brave enough
to hand out advice
like loans —
then i buy everything
with my own money
and i don't think that
i am owed anything.
i am not brave enough
to take handouts,
as generous as they are.
i am not brave enough
to allow myself to
feel vulnerable.
i am not brave enough
to stop relying solely
on myself.
i am not brave enough
to ask for help.
internalizing my demons is not brave.
i see that now.
it is not beautiful.
it is not selfless.
it is not kind.
and i remind myself
over and over of this
of all of the people
i could turn to
but i won't take
the damn money.
i am not brave.
i am selfish.
and soon,
i will be broke.
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