We always had to hide things of ours in our own home so they would not be stolen. This made me so angry because I should not have to hide my things in my own bedrooms from intruders. They should not go were they don’t belong and take things that are not theirs. I should not be tailoring my existence to thieves. Perhaps that is why I hid from myself, had I put it out there someone would take me and never give me back and my true expression is what I held most dear. So I hid until hiding was to painful and my life had become a lie because that is all I was showing. I didn’t want to hide anymore. The thief can answer to me from now on. My life is for me and not hiding away so they don’t get their way. I will be true and get what I want and no one will scare me away from living like that.