Ins (me) ide

January 10, 2015

On the outside I stand tall

I am colored brown

Jet black hair, dark brown eyes

I portray confidence

Walk with swagger, flashing a bright smile

On the inside I am scared

Scared of the unkown

Scared of my future

Scared of my past,

catching up with the present

Fear. I could shrivel up from the inside.

Ragged breaths when I think too much.

These are my words, this is my sound.

This is me. Authentic.

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