I’m hiding, hiding away from the world,

Wrapped in a cocoon of solidarity, one of my own making.

I live in fear of being judged, so I edit myself, only show glimpses,

To suit the image that each person wants of me.

 I haven’t been true to myself in years,

I don’t trust myself to be, a whole, to be open.

I just hope that I can trust myself and step out into the world, so I don’t live my life trapped in the shadow realms of insecurity, forever.