Lost and Found

complicated

I look at those girls who are loved by others.

I look at how pretty they are and how attractive their figures are.

I look at myself.

I look at how different I am to them.

I felt so detached from the world.

I felt like I was this lonely, old soul.

I was this girl who wrote letters and poems to the people she admired,

Yet those people didn't even appreciate her big heart.

If you ask me if I'm still hurting,

I'd say, "Very much."

If you ask, "Why?"

Well, the world was harsh to me.

How can I move on when I feel like my kindness is being abused?

How can I let go of the past when I feel like everything repeats?

How can I be myself when the world has all these golden standards of what and how beauty should stand out?

How can I go with the flow when there's no one interested to know the real me?

It's so excruciating.

It's making me realize how people invalidated my feelings.

I am upset.

I am alone.

I am tired.

I am broken.

I am a mess.

Everything's complicated.