feelings.

Mama, do you still like me?

I am, not what you want
I am not you.
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I am the tears I cry when my mother tells me she doesn't like me anymore;
I am the poems I write when my heart feels alone;
I am the smiles and laughter that my friends bring out of me;
I am the years of hurt I carry in my heart so heavily.
I am the music I listen to when the world is dark and silent.
I am the grief and memories of the people- who left in my heart - a dent.
I am the mistakes I've made in the past, and the things these mistakes have cost - have hurt my heart so much, it has become too heavy to hold.

If you really knew me, you'd never want to know me anymore.
Our moments of gossip and bonding would turn into silent moments, im sure.
You are hurt because I'm not you and you curse me with unhappiness but your words are slowly becoming meaningless, because why should I be cursed for being who I am?

I am not a disappointment, I am a person with love, grief and mistakes,
i know not what wrong i have done, to never hear words of kindness but I know there's hope;
Hope for a world where everyone is finally healing.