You told me I wasn't working enough
Wasn't studying enough
Wasn't Strong enough
Good enough.
Now I'm telling you to stop.
One last time
I look into your eyes,
into the eyes of my demon.
One last time
I look into the mirror.
And I whisper.
- Stop being so hard on yourself.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetrySome poems about someone who didn't know how love me right, how I, myself, didn't know how to love me right, how I lost & finally found myself again.
