Taking apart that day would it make me understand why it happened. Would it ever answer the hundreds of questions fragmented into my being. Those questions that haunt me, cause me to doubt my self worth. Make me draw worst possible conclusions. Make me hide from even generous situations. I'm too suspicious to allow a sliver of trust. I lie awake at night worrying about the possibilites. How to defend myself from what ifs. Can I fix my broken self? I've become accustomed to believing I'm supposed to remain in pieces.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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