Vulnerable

Sometimes I think I’m the issue… but it’s not that I am, it’s the fact that those traumatic experiences in my life made me think I was.

It’s something that hasn’t ever been able to leave me.

Everywhere I go, everything I do, something manages to interlink and find it’s way to have it’s connection to the past things.

I’m the issue, my brain has its wiring itself. In a way that is dangerous to to even think.

The altercations, the conversations and all those connections make the question… will I end up back where I was just like then?

Then I slowly drift, stop and don’t let myself lift.

I keep myself held in this tight, closed and suffocated box with myself.

I allow nobody to have access and I become scared when I’ve become slightly vulnerable.

Even if that’s just by sharing the same interests, it’s like everything causes me to stop.

As always, I don’t know what this is. It is just thoughts which may be in common with yours.

Find yourself, Love yourself and Better yourself.