I hid myself for years, behind wall after wall, locked up in cage after cage. It was easy to be fake, to wear a mask-- no, more than a mask... to wear armor. Offensive words stood no chance against my defensive heart, but I grew tired of the fake life that I had gotten addicted to, so I sobered myself. I dared to step out of the cages and past the walls to brace a harsh reality, and like a puppy that had been stuck inside a kennel, when I was let loose, I had no idea what to do with myself.
I became wild.
I find that the process of becoming someone's "true self" they go a little wild, trying to figure out just where they belong and where they fit in this crazy puzzle we call life.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqdsDIcsqjN
