All my life I've tried to blend in.
Tried not to rock the boat.
But I've always been the outsider, looking in.
Until I found what I thought was love.
Then I was the insider, trying desperately to get out.
Shit comes up, sometimes. Freedom can feel like a prison when you're stuck in your head.
"Your wounds may not be your fault," said the oily black words on a dirty bathroom window.
"But it is your responsibility to heal them."
This is my entry to the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
It's art therapy.
Try it.
It'll make you feel better.