I used to get mad at you, over every little thing. It ran in my family, the short-tempered, explosive anger.
I used to be afraid of opening up to you, thinking you'd betray me. I grew up in a house with others who screamed at you if you expressed any feelings at all.
I used to be afraid to open my heart to you, I thought you would think it's an ugly place. The house I grew up in didn't care about what was in your heart, as long as you got good grades and stayed out of the way.
I used to explode over the smallest things. I grew up in a house where if someone doesn't do something for you then they must not love you.
I know these aren't excuses.
I no longer get mad at you over every single thing, I barely get upset at you anymore.
I'm no longer afraid of opening up to you, you accept me & love me despite my moods.
I'm no longer afraid of opening my heart to you, you walked in & embraced all that I am. You care about what's in my heart & you care how I feel.
I no longer explode over the smallest things, I don't do it at all anymore. I understand you love me & understand you love me even when sometimes you can't do what I ask, it's not necessary.
They weren't excuses but for you, I changed my ways.
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Unspoken (Emotional Creative Writing)
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