between my ribs 2006-09-18 10:35 p.m.


I feel trapped in my skin. I always thought I knew who I am... deep down, even when I doubted it... in the mud of grief... in the pain... between the knuckles of bad boys and worse lovers.... I always thought that I knew who I was then... who I would be in the end.

I was certain who I was wasn't relative to who I am with.

I was wrong.

I'll never know what's within me.

I'll never like her should we meet.


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