Behind The Glass

As I look back in my life as a young six sensory I realized I didn’t belong where I was including the family where I was born. I felt like a stranger I never felt connected with the rest of the environment I was surrounded with. The only time I felt whole was when I was outside surrounded by nature. I would look at the sky and see the beautiful cumulonimbus taking the shape of horses or faces it was magical to see them under the beautiful blue sky. My imagination was endless I was transported into a magic world where everything was beautiful, peaceful I was being seen for whom I truly was. But when reality would comeback than I was the skinny little girl looking from behind the glass. My emotion and feeling were raw, the reality I was living wasn’t matching who I was I felt lost. The harsh reality would touched my skin like acid rain I felt oppressed by everyone, I felt no one could understand me I had to go back to take refuge in my own reality the one that was anchored deeply inside of my head in order to survive.
As I continue to grow up so was the feeling of not living my life to my true self. I started to live a double life one in this reality and the other one in my imagination in order to survive.
My emotions and feelings were so raw my ego was like a pit bull ready to attack anyone that would say anything. I was angry I wasn’t happy at all because no one could see me, at that time living a six sensory life would have been like living in Salem at the time of the witch hunt.
I felt stuck behind the glass.