When I try to be a grown up, a full adult woman, I fall flat on my face..I run into walls...I break objects, people. I think in two different identities...
It should be easy,
natural, beautiful..
It should be fun,
spontaneous, active..
It should be alot of things...
It's a nightmare, for me..
full of anger
full of hurt
full of fears
but, not enough tears...
A touch of love
a touch of lust,
a touch of glass..
smooth, sharp, cutting
Tender shrapnel
slicing my insides,
chopping my brain..
Having no place to go..
But deeper still......
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