(TW- questioning childhood, need for praise and to be seen)
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'How are you always so calm? So confident?'
I'm not, not really.
I still worry about how people see me.
I still worry about my looks, my plans, my connections.
But I am me; you are you; and life is complicated enough as it is.
It's scary; it's tiring; and regardless of how old we are,
On the inside we're all just the little kid that's crying in the middle of the shopping centre because they've lost their mum.
We're all vulnerable,
We all get lonely,
We're all desperate to find comfort yet scared of the possible threats that strangers bring.
So why complicate it further you know?
I see the child within you.
I see the adult too.
The one that wants to act out when hurt, hurt them as much as they hurt you.
The one that tries so hard to be the kindness that others never gave you.
-The one that can't tell if they're better or worse than the people they came from.
The one that wants to be the best, make everyone around them proud.
The one that knows others opinions don't reflect your worth.
-The one who seeks praise out anyway. It's okay.
The one that wants to be loved,
that wants to be hugged,
that wants to be told they matter.
I see the same parts I see within myself.
Because I am you, and you are me, and maybe together we don't have to worry about things.
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