Mondaze..

I have to tell my story because it's my own,

The only one I know. 

And each time I try to convince myself

I am a bird, or a coward, or a rhinestone,

I fall short.

I am afraid to fly, afraid to write, afraid to turn this corner

And look myself in the mirror.

To see this trinket bitch with red lipstick I don't even recognize.

She's beautiful but she's cheap and she's EVERYTHING I learned not to be.

Worst of all.. She's forgettable.