For most of my life I have worn masks. Masks that hide the pain, the fear, the real me. Very rarely to I let anyone see past those masks. I am trying to change that. I am tired of wearing the masks.
D has always been able to see past the masks. I am choosing which people, though, that I let in. I dropped the mask for another just recently. And I am glad I did. I am feeling relieved that I am able to trust those that I choose to see the real me.
Those that I have let in have a piece of my heart. I trust them with it and my life.
If only all of those that think I am so strong could see the scared little girl that is hiding inside of me. The one that is afraid of making the wrong move, or saying the wrong thing. I am strong because if I'm not then I die. I give into the fear and would just curl up and die.
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