Stop.
Being what you are not.
Stop.
Building up your walls.
Do you know?
How many people wanted to sincerely befriend you,
but couldn't just because your walls were too high for them to climb.
Stop thinking you are worthless just because they told you so,
They were oh so jealous of you but,
couldn't get their lazy selves to your level so they lowered yours,
Stop it 'cause guess what? , you'd let them win.
Stop letting your real self go,
Stretch your hand and grab it before it's gone for you to stretch your hand,
and entangle your finger with a void
filled with regret and burden.
I know your ice is oh so thin,
But you'll have to let warmth in and learn to swim.
Just stop thinking you are useless,
You weren't born for building up the walls,
But for a specific purpose you have yet to find out.
You are not who they say your are,
But the worst assumption they could make about you to belittle you.
Just stop,
Believing the demons in your nightmares and day lights,
And rather trust the angles that weep your tears,
In your beautiful dreams and console you in your dark nights.
Because, Oh My Darling, they'd rather speak more truth,
than the lies you've ever heard about yourself.
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Lots of love,
Alishbaa!
