It’s easier to hide my recklessness behind the mask of being a free spirit,
Than to admit that:
I’m a mess,
I’m weaker than I seem,
I don’t think I’ll ever understand how to exist in the gray area of normalcy,
I’m almost never content,
I love the people who hurt me,
And I hurt the people who love me,
I want to be innocent in my arrogance,
And still cling to everything that makes me feel comfortable behind the walls I keep building around myself,
But also be abandoned by them because the feeling has become strangely and agonizingly comforting to live with over the time I’ve spent trying to hide from it,
I’ll just pretend I’m dancing on the clouds, because that is more appealing to everyone else than a lost little girl who has never been able to get a full grip on the reality that nothing lasts forever
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I think there’s far too many people who feel this way – I know I do. It’s easier to just be “eccentric” or a wild child than to really look at the underlying reasons. Thanks for sharing!
Yes?? Thank you for understanding the feeling ?
Def. felt this, probably more than I should’ve.
Another great piece of writing, my friend!
Thank you so much sir!!!! ??