A sidenote.

I am a symbol of independence yet all I want is to be owned.
If one person could eat me up inside and hold me together, I may be a hero someday.
I have a story, its a testimony really. I wish you saw it in my eyes.
Maybe then you'd speak to me gently. Or your words would just subside. But maybe your not brave to hear it. Like im not ready to speak it. Its stuck in my throat and i cant swallow.
Its hard not to pity myself for all the moments I thought were inescapable.
Escape this.