"The sight of your face overwhelms me with a strong feeling of betrayal.
I want you to see me as I truly am.
Haze has risen between us,
I don’t know if you see me at all.
There is mist all around me,
my innards are stuffed with the fear of stumbling.
I don’t know where I’m going,
I don’t know what I’m doing.
Are the answers to my questions in the brushing of the tress?
We are crippled by others perceptions of our being.
Every emotion felt so earnestly,
Are we not all misunderstood?
Prisoners to the intangibility of contentment.
Lost in the labyrinths we built ourselves.
You are a self harming habit I’m struggling to undo.
a cry in the bathroom cubicle,
a cringe at the entrance."
— Laura Koolman (via amnesiarocks)