All my life, I was hiding behind a Girl, who was scared of showing her true self.
Who wanted to be somebody else so urgently.
Nevertheless, it should be okay to show, that we struggle with self-esteem sometimes,
that we hurt ourselves because we cannot confront the ones who hurt us.
We are forced to hide the parts that define us, whether it is a depression you are not supposed to talk about,
a man who uses his power to abuse you mentally,
a family that rips you apart,
or a life you never chose to live.
I want to end the hiding and stop the silence.
All of us went through,
go through,
dark thoughts,
and miserable times like that.
And I survived.
We survived.
You survived.
Or will survive.
So, will you