Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

I know you feel things and wish sometimes that someone was there to tell you that you’re allowed to feel everything you’re feeling.

We only hear the loudest voices when really, we should be listening to the quietest.

all you see when you look at yourself is the picture other people have painted for you.

You are the picture you paint, of you.

There is a special kind of sadness that can only be found in the confusion between who you think you are and who you think other people want you to be.§

And we’re not everything we could be, because we’re afraid to allow ourselves to exist all at once, because too many people have told us not to.