do we all hide behind a false sense of security? if its your hair, youd never dare cut it off because how ugly theyd think you look. if its a boy, you give all your love to him and if he ever left you, you swore youd leave yourself too. if its your substance of choice, that makes you feel like you can be anything but ones you crash its a nightmare. you feel like someone took your heart and began grinding it on a grater till there's not even an inch left. you laugh while they question your worth they think theyre special for doing so but you already do that. you shed a tear in the name of being violent and beautiful. no one understands you. while security fluctuates with what you have not who you are. this all seems wrong to me.