I wish people would stop calling me brave. I'm not brave. I have never been brave. More than once I've trusted the wrong soul, and more than once it's harmed me in return. I, my dear, am not brave, I will never be brave. I am just simply used to the things that go wrong in my life. Simply hoping that things get better but they never do. But too scared to face the fact that I am not what people actually want. Just what they think they need in the moment.
I wish people would stop calling me beautiful, other girls faces masked in porcelain. Mine masked in petals. The girls on tv cover in sugar and honey and I could never be them. I will never be them. My petals aren't a vibrant red anymore. I'm tired and burnt. Black petal mark across my scar as I'm reminded that black roses fade into the dark. While red roses signify love and hope. I've met a red rose, she blooms about it all and I think she's gorgeous. But against me, she's so much more than I'll ever be.
I wish more people cared to see how you are. If you're actually okay. But they don't. I'm the thing in the shadows as I'm scared the sun will put me out and I will be left in the dusk. I run back to the night for shelter but..the sun is becoming too much.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
