Many would consider Catherine a plain Jane; someone who doesn’t stand out in the general public eyes view. She’s comfortable with blending into the crowd…basically she’s happy being just a brick in the wall. Catherine is never noticed, just thrown into puddles of doubt…her screams litter the hall. Catherine reminds me of a lot of people out there who are so comfortable in their little corner. Never take chances and blaming everyone for their failures.
Do like I do and just take a breather and reminisce, stare out at the clouds, put the pieces together for bliss, ignore the blatant shouts. You may feel like people hate you because you’re different. Take comfort in that you’re never disappointing others; an ode to the loners…your guidance is smothered. Acquaintances turning their cheeks when pain surfaces, will you cry and scream when you realize how worthless it is.? Tales of trial and error circulate through her temple; all the mistakes she had made now seem so simple.
Think back past the haze clear out the foggy mistakes, you were just a child … let the years accentuate. Your pride is your enemy; you’re all alone just questioning where your place in this world is. It used to feel heavenly. Now you just reside in the corners to avoid being seen, beauty lies deep inside, yet you’re causing a scene. Put down the pill bottle and accept your inevitability, stop thinking that your existence is a liability. Time is of the essence so don’t let it slip away. Explore the world, love often and let your beauty stray.
Holla at your boi Cat!