I feel like I'm constantly being ripped apart.
Whether it's my heart or it was bound to happen from the start.
It's never like how they put it in the movies. That's supposed to make new rules or expectations for people. "We the people," but that's not what hurts the most.
What hurts the most is not something tangible but is something you feel. You can hurt yourself. Others can hurt you. It's just a matter of time till one day you decide to give it all up. No one can blame you. Well, at least they shouldn't.
I feel like my whole life is one big lie. This mask is not something I am proud of. It makes me think how many other people I know wear the same mask.
The need to fit in, it's all caused by ourselves. We do this to each other.
Why?
We'll never know why we need expectations. And why people say,"goals." Why people like to make their relationships public. Or why we need to seem put together.
But at this point I feel like I'm gonna burst at the seams.
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Teen FictionI'm sorry. I'm probably not up to your standards. I'm probably not good enough for you. I'm probably not enough I make you happy. But you still chose me. Past the broken pieces of my soul, you still chose me... A collection of poems, quotes and all...
