Baggage

Baggage. Do you have any idea of how much of it that I carry? Do you realize how many items that are in these bags that I carry? Do you ever take note of the fact that my back aches with every step that I carry this shit with? I'm here to tell you the contents that this baggage contains. Imagine bearing all of your taboos. Imagine bearing all of your fears, your phobias, and your insecurities. Imagine bearing all of your scars from abusive relationships and toxic friendships. Imagine bearing every name you've ever been called. I have a question for you, though. What's in your bag? Do you carry the same things that I carry, or are you trying to burn it all so nobody sees you tug it?