I won't be passed by

its possible i dont even know what bravery really is.
& im holding myself back, i can feel it.
im holding myself hostage in an unfair unrealistic image of who i want to be, or, of who i think i should
i can tell by how my skin is paper
just covered with words, trying to define, to change me.
to make excuses for how i am.
almost, instead of saying
"THIS IS ME"
im saying
"THIS IS WHO I WANT TO BE," no, maybe;
"THIS IS HOW YOU SHOULD SEE ME"
Like, feather by feather
im clipping my own wings.
so i stay grounded & trapped to be who i 'should be?'
which, i cant be
guess im not brave enough
to break out.
of myself.
& im sorry for that.
maybe im not
strong enough
to bend (break) the bars.




INTERUPTIONS = lost thoughts. trains of such not running on time.

☼
& if we watch the stars today,
we'll find;
there really isnt anything
that we need to say.

But I dont
look at the stars.
I like the moon
& sun
& rain

I
ignore
the
wordless.