you keep your mind and your words in a corset and you say that you're "just quiet" but aren't you always spilling-over actually. isn't it just so loud inside of you, like seven thousand angry bees. isn't it just that you were taught, long ago - little one, isn't it - if you actually act yourself, you're simply "too much to handle".
you cannot be loved the way that you were made. you need to be trimmed down into neat particulates. your shadow-self is kind and dainty. be less, dear. you send too many texts and talk too much and love too loudly. you take up so much space like this. uncontained and ugly. go elsewhere. nobody likes it when you roll around in this body.
















