I know making mistakes are made, I know that humans are not perfect, I know that lessons are learned from mistakes , I know that some of the best memories are made because of mistakes , i swear that i know that , but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt when I make them or when I'm yelled at when making them or even being reminded of them after a long time that's in its own is more painful than anything else cause it feels like opening old wounds and pouring salt in them.
And then comes the expectations that are put on my shoulders just because I'm good at something or simply because " look at them, I want you to be like them!", like, you're trying to erase who I am.
I just wish for one moment when you will back down and let me do what I want to do, let me embrace who I am, what I'm capable of, let me be who I am. I just want to stand in front of you and tell you with all the mistakes the lessons the good the bad and the memories that THIS IS ME! And no one has the right to change me BUT Me.
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my sweet heaven
Randomwhat is my escape? what is my salvation? show me a place where I belong. give me a way to break the walls around me... the walls that turned my world gray. show me the way to my sweet heaven.
