I am a scared little girl who doesn’t believe in monsters under the bed or in the closet, but those that exist behind the face of every person I have ever loved. I am afraid of the lies that I’ve been told for far too many years and the naivety I was a victim of to have believed the untruths from the beginning. I am scared to love and lose yet again, not in a romantic fashion, but to lose those I find to be near to my heart through familial ties.
I am not ashamed to say that I am a scared little girl hidden, no, trapped, in the body of a grown woman surrounded by insecurities, bad memories, and scars that constantly fight against me in their own effort to escape and show off for all the world. I am locked inside this prison of fear with these…
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