Thoughts and Things

That's enough

You are everything I hate.

You never made me feel good about myself.

You did nothing but point out my flaws.

And after a while

it wore me down

and I started to believe you.

Maybe I am a bitch,

maybe I am scared, 

maybe I am stupid.

It got to the point where I'd weep for you

because I thought I was nothing but a burden.

You said I was nothing but trouble.

That I was too young to get it.

I thought you were right.

I believed you.

And I looked at myself in the mirror,

and I hated everything I saw.

It's taken me this long to realize

you were wrong.

You made me sound like a monster,

like I was nothing but a mess.

You're wrong.

You emphasized my flaws

and you ignored most of my good traits

and you made me hate myself.

You made me feel like I had to apologize for existing.

You think you're such a nice guy 

and that you've helped people,

but all you do is bring them down.

The only time you've helped anyone

is when you left them alone,

because they were better off without you.

For every mistake I made,

there were many good things I did as well.

But you ignored them

and highlighted the mistakes

and, to add insult to injury,

you underlined them too.

It's taken me this long to realize

that you are wrong.

I have flaws,

but so does everyone.

So do you, in fact.

I have the right intentions, but sometimes

I make mistakes.

And that's okay.

No one deserves to hate themselves the way I have.

And in turn,

no one should point out another's flaws the way you do.

So maybe I don't love everything about myself entirely just yet,

but I don't hate myself the way I used to.

It's something.

I'm not scared any more

because I know I'm not a burden.

I am alive,

and I have people I care about,

and I am not alone.

That's enough.