Struggle and Strive

STRUGGLE: Untitled

*(Sorry for the awkward periods, but Wattpad wasn't letting me make stanzas.)*

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Apparently, I'm unimportant

and stupid and weird and

wrong all at

once.

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Because you're better than

I am and you need to make

sure that I know the

truth.

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Can I be untitled for once?

Please?

I don't want a label on my forehead

because I'm different.

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Yes, I'm quieter,

my work looks different than yours

and my thoughts don't always line up

with your views.

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But I am still a human being

with valuable gears ticking in her head,

creating something that perhaps you

haven't yet thought of.

.

Don't tell me that I'm wrong and stupid

if you don't know yourself.

Don't make me feel worthless and useless

because you don't know what to do with me.

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You make me feel fragile,

vulnerable and unwanted,

unneeded.

And I tell myself, perhaps I am.

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Maybe,

you're right,

like you

always are.

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Good days always seem to end with salt

on cheeks and chins and noses,

surfacing from the glassy irises and

swollen pupils.

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I shouldn't be letting you

get to me like this.

You're not worth it.

I should tell myself that.

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But I don't.