The Pain of Letting You In
I feel the pain— the pain of not recognizing myself in the mirror.
The pain of silencing what I love because your words curled around my joy and choked it.
The pain of not knowing my own skin— like I’ve been wearing someone else’s body just to be enough for you.
The pain of losing every ounce of self-worth I once carried like armor.
The pain of losing me because I let you in.