There is a place in my body where I like to shut down and cry, when those scary little things in life come attacking me making me feel like they want me to shrivel up and just die.
A place that I can wallow in my sorrows, when those bitter pills of negativity become to difficult to swallow.
A place I can run to where the only one casting judgment is me, myself and I. Where I want to stay forever so I no longer have to lie.
A place where I am free to be comfortable within my own skin, where there is no one else here casting stones because loving who I choose to love is considered a sin.
There is a place I love to fall back to when times get rough so I can hide, where I can mask all the pain and shame in this place where I reside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem