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MYrant

There are many things that make me who I am.
I'm adopted, not knowing my history leaves an empty place in my heart.
Having light skin, loose curls made it difficult to fit in any race.
My innocence taken by someone who I thought was a friend.
Parents that could never be pleased.
These are things that I know about me.
Then there is a part of me that I don't know.
Maybe self created or a birthright, these three entities combine to make up the dark side of me.
Self Doubt, she's always telling me to second guess myself, not to believe what my heart says is true.
Self Hate, she enjoys my pain, reveling in my tears, she laughs as my heart breaks.
And lastly, Negativity. She tells me how worthless I am, how things will always be difficult, ignoring all that can bring joy.
The only way to contain these powerful creatures is to write it out, sharing my pain, my story.
Now I know I'm not alone in this battle.
I've accepted carrying these things with me.
Their hatred pushes me to be stronger.
They will be defeated.