Exposure

The thing I need,

is what I fear the most.

Hidden behind trees of regret,

lost in a forest of worry 

and need.

I need

freedom,

         liberation,

                  and space,

but how can I want more space

when I've been told I'm a waste of it?

I remain hidden behind 

my lack of connections, 

my feigned disinterest protects me from my 

abundance of loneliness.

The world thinks I'm

overcome by wanderlust

but in reality, I use this 

exposure

to brace me for the abrasive tendencies of 

solitude. 

I'm surrounded by a world full of 

freedom,

         liberation,

               and space,

when all I need is a 

safe haven full of

love,

       warmth,

              and acceptance.

 

 

 

                    

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