I think you feel like, unless you're damagedyou're not deep enough or mysterious enoughor complicated enough to ever be appreciated by another.And that is deeply untrue.
It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.
It always felt as though there were a shaken beehive living in my chest. I could never rest.
I felt torn Between living and dying Between sleeping and surviving.