That specific type of energy you unlock when you finally stop masking and
people-pleasing. It's when you decide to reclaim the
raw, messy, vibrant version of yourself that existed before
society traumatized you into being boring. The exact opposite of feeling dead inside.
I just want the electricity back.
The current that ran through me
before I learned to
fear the surge.
I am done with the polite smile,
the one that stops at the
teeth.
I want the laugh that hurts.
I want to feel the weather
instead of just dressing for it.
I want to listen to the voice
I strangled into a whisper
just to keep the peace.
I
don’t need
perfect.
I just need mine.
The unapologetic,
vibrant,
messy version of me
who existed before the doubt set in.
She is coming back.
I am leaving the door unlocked.
I'
m tired of performing for everyone else; I just need to find the electricity again.