I am a box.
I am a box. I am taped up and filled with the thoughts and struggles that I have. I have so many wrappings that even when you think you are almost there, getting to inside of the box there are some more layers to remove. Letting someone remove the layers to enter into the box is an exhausting process that leaves me revisiting my words, my actions, and all the other people who might now know what was said. I feel like I was robbed.












