Sometimes, I wish I were brave enough to face the truth. Whatever it was.
I wish my imagination was active enough to blot out the truth
I wish I were that girl, the brave one who was sure of herself and knew who she was and where she stood. Who was comfortable in her own skin.
Instead I am a coward who cannot stand to look at herself in the mirror. Who cannot stand up for herself doesn't know enough to support her beliefs.
I wish for alot of things, truth..and maybe that today didn't happen the way it did. Because if it did, Im even more mixed up than I was before.
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But Courtney, you do not blot out the truth, and that is good. To do so would be an ugly thing, and harmful.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what you are talking about, specifically, but I wish I did. If you need to talk, and maybe have a sounding board for some of these questions, let me know. I can call you on Skype, if you like.
I am even in London, which might bring some good memories to you. Whatever the case, I hope that you are feeling less mixed up.