i smile, it's a lie,
i'm exhausted, dull senses.
my heart sinks,
i'll just wait till i'm over it.
i'll sit there like a little kid
taking a vaccine shot
and i'll handle the pain with my eyes shut tight,
because i need them to see me as tough.
then i'll curl up into a corner and cry,
a sharp sort of pain,
in the back of my throat,
whenever i try to yell out my unlucky fortune.
a old film of memories plays
in the back of my mind.
picture after picture,
memory after memory,
emotion stirs inside me.
a hand to my mouth,
as the tremors start,
an earthquake runs deep but—
i can't let them see me like this.
i lay at bed at night
then the questions start to roll off my tongue
ones like
"will i ever be good enough?"
and "why do they all leave?"
i sit with my knees to my chest,
and my head hiding, bent in cowardice.
my shoulders are disfigured
from carrying a weight too unbearable,
for someone too fragile.
i'll smile, it'll be a lie.
but it's alright,
i'll just wait till i'm over it.
...
those who stand up on their own are the strongest among who lean on others. did you desire validation as a child?
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
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