Locking up.
1 min readJul 15, 2019
A poem.
The paranoia of owning something that is beautiful,
anything that gives you value,
which hides your ugliness.
Fine, make it yours.
But then in the pretention of protection,
you confine it.
You don’t even let it be for itself.
It’s now truly “just yours”.
Women, I have seen are the prime examples of this phenomenon.
We become it.