I want to spill the contents of my heart without feeling like I'm seeking the limelight.
I want to let you in my walls without feeling like I'm being judged.
I want to tell you of the voices in my mind without feeling like I'm being feared.
I want to show you my scars without feeling like I'm being pitied.
The words are bleeding through, but I need you to stitch me back up without me telling you to.
I want to show you my true colours without feeling like you'll paint over them.
~Via
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Poetry| WATTYS 2018 WINNER: THE POETS | ❝Only when one can smile at her own reflection, be proud of her own thoughts and be happy with who she is, will she learn to fall in love with a candid picture.❞ Unveiled, unmasked, revealed. Displayed for the worl...
