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 always felt as though there were a shaken beehive living in my chest. I could never rest.
It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.
I felt torn Between living and dying Between sleeping and surviving.