You see my face,
Maybe my body.
Covered.
You hear some of my thoughts,
My rants,
My bitchfests.
But
You have never seen me naked in true light.
Not my body.
Not my mind.
You have never seen me stripped to my very core.
You do not know me.
You probably never have.
Maybe you never will.
Because I’ve stayed covered.
I’ve kept quiet.
Maybe
Eventually
You’ll see more of me.
But I’m not talking physically.
Maybe
Eventually
My tangled thoughts will unravel and explain my story.
Maybe.
Nonetheless,
You will never truly know
Who I am
Unless I let you
And there’s a pretty good chance
I won’t let you
Because I am not obligated to open my life, my body, my heart up to you.
It is my choice.
It is my body.
It is my brain.
We are not the same
And I’m okay with that.
Are you?
Unraveling my soul 