I've spent my whole life changing, trying to be good enough for everyone's high expectations.
My friends changed
So I changed
Society changed
So I changed
The rules changed
So I changed
You changed
So I changed
I feel as though something will be different about my life every time i pressure myself to change. I cut my hair, change my style, but in the end nothing really changes.
Why do I keep repeating myself , after I say I wanna reframe. Do I really have to kill my old self to become a new real change ?
Maybe if my ribs were smaller, If my smile was straight, even if my legs were slender and lifeless, maybe If my eyes were not partnered by a shadow... would you ask me to change? Even then, I think you'd still compare me to the people you admire, and I'd change , to please a person , one single person, so they'll like me a little bit more than before. Even if I have to kill the old me I'd do it.
Do I crave this change , this validation from people ? Honestly I wouldn't even know anymore...
But the one thing I do know for sure , I'll one day change for me, I will begin to change because I want to. I won't need to solely rely on people with their unnecessary comments. I'll realize each morning that I'll be waking up for a different reason. For myself. I'll only eat for myself, I'll only dress for myself. I won't feel this endless strive to be someone I'm not.
I'll feel free.
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Poems?Short Writings?
PoetrySome of my personal feeling and thoughts. I have no idea what to describe all of this as. But I like to write. I will be writing more just little by little about different things. (But it seems like I only seem to write about one thing...) Relatabl...
