I spent so much time playing the victim
That I ran out of people willing to feel bad for me
I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize
The face looking back at me
It was in that moment I realized
That I was the villain
That my hands were bloody
And the blood was not mine
I was just a girl that cried wolf
When I committed the crime
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Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
