Stuck


I wear my past like a suit of armor
that I can't take off.
I wear things over it like costumes.
I can be a
student
therapist
daughter
friend
But underneath every costume is an impenetrable suit of metal that I can't
take off.
Its there to protect me.
To keep things out that might hurt me more.
But it also stops the things I'm holding
from escaping.
The longer I wear the armor,
the more tired I get from holding it
and carrying it
and not being able to
free myself
from the things stuck inside the armor
with me

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