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I wonder sometimes, if beneath the lies and fantasy’s have we truly lost our self’s. Or do we hide them away, lock them behind door after door, lock after lock. The clanks of chains and bolts becoming their soul comforters.
Do we hide our younger selves away? Hide them from the light. Block them from reality, feeding them insults and remarks. Shrinking them into small hollow beings. Ignoring their cry’s, to what? Seem: better, cooler, more likeable?
So we sit there, woundering why we feel lost. Uncomfortable in our own skin. But it’s not our skin, it belongs to that child you hid away, that you lock behind door after door, lock after lock.
It belongs to that CHILD, the real you that is squashed and hollowed. The you that cares more about colouring then what’s trending. The you that finds making mud pies the most entertaining thing in the world. When makeup was sharpies on Barbie dolls.
So I wonder sometimes if we will continue to slam doors, and bolt locks. Or, will we open windows, focus on what’s important. Allowing that little child to flourish, to grow in a real world. Not get lost in a fantasy.