You might not like what you see.

More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

My facade is cracking.

Splitting open at the seams.

What parts of me might spill out?

My flame is flickering. The wax is pouring over.

Almost dripping on the carpet before it dries out. Forms anew.

Hardens there for everyone to see.


Don’t look at me.

You might not like what you see.

The impersonation is usually flawless.




But the drying wax is ugly.


Clumped up.


The facade is usually captivating.

Bringing awe.

Attracting attention.

Providing hope.

But the flameless candle is dark.

Brings fear.

Attracts similar souls.

Provides escape.

My facade is cracking.

You removed the bricks.

What parts of me have spilled out?

What parts of me do you wish you never saw?

Are you dark like me?

Did your darkness find mine?

Help me light my candle.

Sew me up at the seams.

Watch me drop my impersonation.

Meet the real me.

The messy me.

The self sabotaging me.

The dark me.

You might not like what you see.

But this is me.

The real me.