There is this side of you. That no one knows about. That you keep hidden. You’re ashamed to have people see this side because it is too horrific for their simplistic mind to wrap their head around and even if they understood, they never will because they are not you.
There is a younger side of you. That no one knows about. That you keep hidden. You’re ashamed for people to see her, that kid you were who’s battered hiding in a corner and all you want to do is run and hide from her.
But she is you too. And you cannot escape from that.












