Dropping My Mask

I guess I was the big bad wolf,disguised as a victim,like one if the three little pigs I was never at fault,how could I be; Everyone else was ‘playing holy’ ….and like a ninja laying in wait i watched with full precision, and made mental notes,gathered evidence of their flaws, to be later discussed in…

My List

As I pack my books I stumble upon one of my lists It’s the same things over and over again: I’m not enough of this,I’ve got to do more of that… A constant struggle of feign self acceptance while scratching at the scabs of my insecurities I’ve tried to heal time and time again… Don’t get…