The Velveteen Rabbit

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you.

you are me

It starts in my heart overwhelming. Floods to my stomach paining— when you are away.

RISE

Did my honesty upset you?
Did my self-respect make your stomach burn?
Did my clarity spite you?
Did my spreading adoration make you feel undeserved?

Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?
Did my silence create desire—make you feel things you could not discern?
Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?
Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?
Is my confidence disrupting the girl you  LOVE to HATE  the most?

I hope so.