Changing

I wonder why it feels like I have to be a lesser version of me

To change

My heart feels vulnerable

Like an open wound

I turn down the volume of what I am

Lessening the bass

My heart races

Trying to keep up with my minds pace

My hands shake

But I stay still

Making sure I don't spill all over the place

Oppressing any yearning

Any feeling of expressing

I don't want to be stressing

I want to be accepting

Losing my identity

But maybe that's a good thing

Maybe someone will take me

When I am empty

Less of me

Is that what I have to be

For someone to love me