I keep one foot out the door and I know every exit in the room.

I'm unlovable because I make myself so.

Because half of me will always have to protect myself.

Half of me flows like water, peacefully and gently.

I am like two people, neither living true, trapped and limited in my own skin.

The manger quit a long time ago and the rawness of conflicting energies inside me are long overdue for some fair resolution.

You can't push people away and beg for them to be lovable.

I have to fix this.