Looking at a tainted picture of herself
She said….”I am not what you think I am,you are what you think I am…”
You gave your energy away to toxic people
People that could feel you through your lonely eyes.
Smothering in darkness
Allowing their sighs to seduce you.
You showed her Shadows….
Painting a picture that you wanted them to hang
A canvas water could hardly wash.
Looking at the tainted picture of herself
She said…”I’d rather be rustic but real…”
Asking your shadow to dance amidst all the stillness,
Speech contradicting action.
Who are you?
What’s your story?
What do you want?
Too many unanswered yet rhetoric.
Behavior never lies.
Find your self and be that
For your closet proves your pulpit