There was a beast. It swallowed her whole.
She sits, scribbling her life on the walls of it's paunch.
If it be her will, she would crawl out and declare victory.
She does not. She waits for her moment.
Darkness. It overwhelms. It comforts. It blinds.
There was a knock, from the other side.
"Come out! Be free of this... THING!" The voices lamented.
"I do not want to be free." She bitterly admits.
"I do not want you to see me. Leave me be."
The voices then dissipated. Again, she was solitary.
The only company, her captor.
She continues to write.
Planning the escape she knows will come.
Willing or not. It is stalking.
When will you see that I am not blind.
I am not weak. I am not daft. I simply am what I am.
I will not be "saved". I will not be swayed.
Why dosent she want to come out?
ReplyDeleteit's about me being "fat" and how I dont want to conform simply because "guys will like me more".
ReplyDeleteI like the saying, trying to be like someone else, is a waste of who you are. I love the way you are Sam, and I know there's many people who feel the same. Always be you, so people fall in love with the real you. Acting is exausting, and a very lonley world to be in. Always live in freedom, by being yourself. If someone rejects you because of it, then they're not the right person to be around. Love you Sam.
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