I used to be a very honest person. Somewhere along the line, I lost that sense of honesty with not only myself, but with those around me. I spoke in truths and now I barely speak at all. I’ve become much more of a coward over the years than my younger self would ever have allowed. I lost myself; now I’m scrambling to desperately grab onto the pieces of what I once was. It seems like lately my heart has been slamming more and more at the guardrail of my mind until it eventually spills over and pours out what I should’ve been all along. It’s like when I was ten and the ceiling would crack open and it would rain on the inside, but I was the only one who would see it.
I wonder how ugly a person has to be on the inside before it begins to show on the outside.