Fear, Hiding, And Food by Kori | Written 2/21/17
I’ve lived many years trapped,
in my own insecurity.
Pointing a finger does no justice,
I’ll have three pointing back at me.
I try hideout – truth pierces through thick walls,
and it’s always ugly,
no matter what colors used to paint the picture.
I need to find a new place to hide,
with endless tacos, and
mountains of books.
Until then I’ll walk through life,
fearing the good and unknowingly embracing the worst.
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Currently watching The Kite Runner, and its such a good movie, but man is it sad. The movie is where I drew some inspiration to write this piece.