i wear insecurity as a second skin.
as a child i was constantly told that i wasn’t enough / my brain and body always a topic open for debate / i forged friendships that should not be named friendships / they were so toxic i’m surprised i survived without chemical burns.
i am still salvaging the ruins of my self-esteem / long thought abandoned in an empty churchyard / an overgrown graveyard haunted with the voices of girls who never made it out / i have always been inches away from following in their footsteps.
when i was a teen girl a thing like an ego was unworldly / all my laughs were make believe / my future, a haze of days striving for some kind of peace.
have you ever heard the sound a tear drop makes against concrete already damp with salt from another girl’s eyes? / it sounds like a heart breaking / like a bird mourning because it forgot it ever knew how to fly / society strips us of our wings / before we even know what a feather is / we miss the weight of them / without ever knowing why.
INSECURE GIRLS AND FLIGHTLESS BIRDS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON: WE ALL MOURN A SKY WE NEVER BELIEVED COULD BE OURS // l.s.