When life is more then one can handle.
There is a safe place for me to hide in plain sight.
I close my eyes and disappear right in front of you.
Part of me wants to stay there, but it's just not in me to hide forever. It's always just a matter of time.
And when that time comes,
instead of looking in the mirror,
I search inside myself for the things worth seeing.
Like an archeologist, I brush the dust away from the relics:
As pain is replaced by laughter my cloak slips slowly away.
Maybe I should go on complicated diets.
Maybe I should do self flagellating workouts.
Maybe I should make myself suffer for wanting to be invisible,
but I just can't commit to these things.
Sometimes being beautiful just isn't the most important thing.
Sometimes being fat is just what I need.
A safe place to hide until the storm clears.
A place to be left alone until I learn to smile again.
Sometimes a girl needs a cloak of invisibility.
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