Nothing's fine, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
And this is how I feel:
I'm cold and I am shamed
-Natalie Imbruglia
Deep down in the depths of your being, is a very adequately built wall. This wall is made of white marble; innocent, clean and invincible. There are no cracks, for they would prove fatal. It is aptly designed to never crumble, never falter.
Everything you've ever been ashamed of lies quietly and untouched behind this shadowed frame of protection.
I'm not sure I was given the appropriate number of chromosomes because I have never had this wall. In fact, even as a child, I would encourage myself to feel shame.
I'm not a big fan of it now though. It has evolved to infiltrate my every thought, my every movement. It penetrates my every whim to be happy and consumes me like an epidemic.
I have nothing left to say.
I am ashamed of the words already spilt.
xoxo
Olivia
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