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,

somewhere warm,

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.