Layers
Layers. Layers upon layers upon layers. How are we made? From the inside out, layer upon layer? Like an onion (Shrek)? I feel that the more layers that are pulled off of me, the more people don't like me. Or maybe I just think that they don't like me. I am so worried that I will offend someone, yet I want to be able to speak what I really feel. I use humor too often to hide. I also don't say what I mean. I say things to get a reaction and when I don't get the reaction that I expect then I clam up or feel horribly stupid. Layers. Layers upon layers upon layers. I don't want to lose friends. I hold on so tightly, but I never let anyone know how tightly I hold on. I feel like the layers are being striped off even if I don't want them to be. Its like an open wound. I want to cling to something, but what to? I reach out to hold on to something, but nothing is there. It is just me in empty space. And layers upon layers upon layers are being striped away.
posted by Rachel at 11:07 PM
2 Comments:
Hey girl :) I wasn't sure this was you at first after you left that msg on my post, but yeah, it is you!
Layers.. I like the concept- awhile ago God showed me being opened with layers being pulled off of me a little at a time, like an onion, just as u said.. we should talk lol- too much to think about at this time of the morning!
A thought that came to mind as I was glancing through your post- maybe it's not that others like you less as more layers come off, but that you like yourself less? :) *Hugs*
Hope all is well for you too! I am good :)
Holla again on el blog-o!
Heart
~A
PS.. I don't know WHY you wouldn't like yourself! :) You are an incredible woman
~A
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