HURT BEHIND INTROVERT

How safe am I when I feel unsafe?

Read my mind?

I guess…

I’m already burning down the place.

It’s really your take?

However…

I’ve burned nothing but time.

I’d go far as to say I’ve burned my mind.

The aerosol flame thrower…

Inevitably blew up in my face.

There it is…

Only then…

I am apologizing.

Going from place to place.

Realizing all within…

Needs to be replaced.

So…

Yeah, I claim to be a introvert…

Feel free to call me on that bullshit…

I am just a human who’s been badly hurt.

My soul feels charred and reborn in dirt.

Grateful for the one seed left within me.

Even then I was everything I ever needed to be.

It doesn’t matter what people give me.

I’m just tired of pretending.

I am okay.

Hurt me then…

Bury me.

Bury me.

The deeper the root the sturdier the tree.

To really grow I must feel my suffering.

Unsure of whether I am really even a tree.

Maybe…

I am as broken as all claim me to be?

If so, may I just be the fallen branch.

A dog claims with pride.

May I be the branch a child finds…

While wandering.

Instead of feeling trapped inside.

Wouldn’t that just be a beautiful thing?

To be a twig making some sort of magic…

Beyond my imagining.