It’s astonishing how brittle my sense of self-worth is sometimes. It doesn’t take much to knock me down to ground zero but it takes a hell of a lot for me to claw myself back up afterwards, especially when I feel as though I’m now being scrutinised and put under the microscope.
Don’t be fooled by that outward going, confident looking/sounding person; it’s a defence mechanism, mainly trotted out when I’m feeling vulnerable, out of my depth, or just completely uncomfortable with the situation I find myself in.
I hide in plain site. I have done for as long as I can remember. Sometimes it’s a good thing. Other times it’s not. Sometimes I can’t muster up the energy to do it any more.
The clouds, they rule me.
My path covered in shadows.
Light fights to be seen.