Dear me

You can judge, criticize,  and talk about me, as much as you like.


I wear my scars,…  they are not all visible, but they are there.
I wear my masks,…  they hide what you don’t need to see.
I wear my heart, …  It’s out in the open, not as strong as it used to be.
I wear myself, …  it’s not that grand, but it’s all I’ve got to work with.

And that’s who I am!
If you don’t like it, don’t feel bad.
Move along.
If you are, even slightly, motivated to like me,
support me, criticize me, talk to me, teach me, please don’t avoid me.
Inside there is still a child hiding in the corner.
It’s up to me to get it out,…  But once in a while, I’d love some help!


with love,