She's too kind for her own good.
She always put other people first and always worry of what others will think of her. She thinks of other people's happiness instead of hers and do things without getting something in return.
She's too kind for her own good - to the point that she's being a pushover.
And I hope that someday she grows a backbone and not be scared to stand up for herself. I hope that she learns to voice out what she actually wants, not what others want for her or what others want her to be. I hope she frees herself of those tiny voices of doubt inside her head always pulling her back. I hope she sees her worth before anything else. I hope she'll be happy.
I want her to be happy.
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Thoughts Left Unsaid
Poetry. ✈ • un·said (ˌənˈsed/) - тнoυgнт вυт noт мenтιoned oυт loυd or dιѕcυѕѕed - noт eхpreѕѕe...