Written 3: 03 am January 16, 2018 in Saint Vincent, The Grenadines
Truth is I’m still human.
Truth is I still seek validation.
Truth is, without an audience my petals wither.
Truth is, my feelings get hurt… a lot.
Truth is, sometimes I wonder is it my inner monster talking or do you really not like me?
Truth is, I still believe in the fantasy that romantic love is a savior.
Truth is, I fall short of being the compassionate person I build myself up to be.
Truth is, I’m still learning how to be objective, yet gentle with myself.
Truth is, I prefer to be handled with gloves on, sometimes. Truth is, I’ve knowingly shrank myself for a man.
Truth is, it wasn’t hard.
Truth is, I could do it again.
Truth is, people actually by eat or be eaten, no matter how evolved we become.
Truth is, our evolution is our destruction in disguise.