Friday, December 23, 2011

I don't wear a mask like everyone else to cover up my insecurities.
Instead Im covered by this scab, head to toe.
The masks people disguise themselves with are generic and uninteresting.
 They're scared of how others will treat them once they know what's really underneath, so they try not to draw very much attention to themselves.
My outer layer is an ugly and distorted depiction of the true me.
This scab is a result of being burnt countless amounts of times.
Im healing though..
I haven't allowed anyone close enough to damage me further for months. 
Now I've healed a fair amount and am ready for people to see what Im like underneath the encrustation that has covered me for to long. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Smile

Its a funny thing that something so small can change the course of my day. 
One moment Im drowning in a sea of numb heartedness and the next second I have a head clear of depression.
A smile can be such a wonderful piece of sunshine.