Why am I told
To sit still
Look pretty
Wait.
Wait for someone to
Sweep me off my feet
To carry me away
Pull a bag over my head,
I'm screaming,
As they take me away.
Why am I told to trust them?
Trust them with something as fragile
As my heart
When it slips from my own hands
You see,
I don't need help
With breaking my heart
I don't need them
To take care of my heart
To love it
When I can't do that for myself.
We must first learn to
Love ourselves
Before we love
Anyone else.
